A$AP Rocky, Bakar, Skepta, Lay-Z - Lunatic lyrics

I need you to dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah
Fly you out to France for me, yeah
Just to see you dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah
(Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah
(Just to show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)

She made it bounce, put your online banking
Checkin' your accounts your mouth
Got niggas with wifey sleepin' at the house
Said her rent is due
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Shе got bills, to pay
So she ain't fuckin' for the clout
She was shakin' up and down
On thе pole, she spinning
Searching lookin' for a man that's drinkin'
Slip somethin' in your drink, you're Bambi
That's how you get caught slippin'
Slippin' that coke in
Leavin' that bando open
That's how a man go missin'
Told Shay "Better mind that we talk on the
Beat 'cause you know that
The po-po listenin'"
All the way from the ends to Harlem
Yeah, we got toys like Kinder Garden
Course I'm an African G from London
So you might hear me bomboclaattin'
Why would I beg your pardon? Boy
I'm a king like Tutankhamun
Why would I have security? I
Came with two sticks like

I need you to dance for me, yeah
(Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah
(Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)

She say I wake up high, do my make-up high
Reefer stain my eye
Pray to God, gotta thank Allah
Nother' day alive
Break my opps, I can't blame my opps
Pussy stay inside
Niggas hide, when this shit get hot
You're from
Free the MOB, til' they free the guys
Gotta pray for Slime
You decide, RIP Lil' Von, shit I can't decide
Homicide, fuckin' with me wrong, shit
That's suicide
Bring your guys, next my money long
But she hasn't tried
I'ma leader but somehow I still mislead her
By the liter, when I pour up that Wockesha
Brazilian wax on that, I call that alopecia
I twist his cap right back

I need you to dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah
Fly you out to France for me, yeah
Just to see you dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)