Sturridge Dance

UK, Amsterdam, Paris, south of France
We be in the club doing the Sturridge Dance
Yeah we’re balling like we’re Sturridge
After the club we on the plane, no luggage
Milan, Barca, Beefa, south of France
We be in the club doing the Sturridge Dance
Yeah we’re balling like we’re Sturridge
After the club we on the plane, no luggage
Every gadget what the car’s got
We roll up in more whips than a car lot
Designer head to toe, yeah that’s our lot
Table got more bottles than the bar got
Dripping in Givenchy
All up on that Insta painting pictures like Da Vinci
Pockets bold like…
We smell Tom Ford in my whip
We be showing, that’s go-glowing
Got niggas' bitches all…
I tell her if she wanna join, do that dance
I’m with a hot ting, man lips off
Chains bigger than Rick Ross
Catch me on that dancefloor with a brand new Kate Moss
Bottles pop like gunshots
We the dons that run spots
And I’m not in Vercase, I’m all in Cavalli
I’m at the pool party, chicks shaking punani
The champagne we’re pouring is just like tsunami
Recruiting these girls, just call us the army
I told her if she wanna join, then she gotta do that dance