In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
(Strippers! Mike Will made)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Short hair, like Nia Long, loose ones, she don't need a loan
Start twerking when she hear her song, stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rollin'
She put that ass up in my hands, I remote control it! (Yeah ho)
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D. she leave with me
She got friends, bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the V.I.P, rubber on I'm stretching that
Rich niggas tippin', broke niggas lookin'
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showin' pussy
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (baby)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
(Juicy I got you) bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel nigga
Smoking on Keysh' Col', gimme me chills nigga
What's your real name? And not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
Bandz a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mother-fucking-bass-drum!
Two hoes on one fucking pole, two hoes on my fucking pole
I don't tip, I pay bills, bitches call me buffalo
Her stomach in and her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting on my bitch to cash out (Ha ha)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (2 Chainz!)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation (True!)
If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that ho basic
Got two bitches wit me, take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser
(bandz a make her bust it) Buss it!
(Let me see you touch it) Touch it!
Money talk, you ain't got none, end of discussion! (Damn!)
(bandz a make her do it) Do it!
(Pocket full of money) Money!
Young nigga gettin' head while tha engine runnin' (Ergh!)
Let me see you wiggle, do it for a real nigga (Yea!)
I be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle
Ballin' in my coupe, call it sports car
Drop the top and freaky treat that bitch just like a pornstar!
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Short hair, like Nia Long, loose ones, she don't need a loan
Start twerking when she hear her song, stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rollin'
She put that ass up in my hands, I remote control it! (Yeah ho)
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D. she leave with me
She got friends, bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the V.I.P, rubber on I'm stretching that
Rich niggas tippin', broke niggas lookin'
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showin' pussy
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (baby)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
(Juicy I got you) bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel nigga
Smoking on Keysh' Col', gimme me chills nigga
What's your real name? And not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
Bandz a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mother-fucking-bass-drum!
Two hoes on one fucking pole, two hoes on my fucking pole
I don't tip, I pay bills, bitches call me buffalo
Her stomach in and her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting on my bitch to cash out (Ha ha)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (2 Chainz!)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation (True!)
If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that ho basic
Got two bitches wit me, take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser
(bandz a make her bust it) Buss it!
(Let me see you touch it) Touch it!
Money talk, you ain't got none, end of discussion! (Damn!)
(bandz a make her do it) Do it!
(Pocket full of money) Money!
Young nigga gettin' head while tha engine runnin' (Ergh!)
Let me see you wiggle, do it for a real nigga (Yea!)
I be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle
Ballin' in my coupe, call it sports car
Drop the top and freaky treat that bitch just like a pornstar!
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
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