[Verse 1: Gravy]
It ain't where you from, it's where you at, n***a
We from Brooklyn, New York, we make it happen
I push coke, man, bang out still
I'm a problem, I'm too real, neck on chill
New flow, new deal, spent a quarter a mill'
I'm from the bottom, chasing stardom
You can read about Gravy in a gossip column
Most of the time, I'm out the country somewhere tanning
Number one draft pick, like Eli Manning
I'm about to put the game in a yoke
Don't care if you back just a Catholic, I bang at the pope
Ain't no future in being broke, nope
That's why I'm cutting grams and I'm moving the coke
I ain't nevеr had, I'm supposed to brag
I got the '05 Jag parked on Nostrand Avе'
Got Brooklyn on my back, Bed-Stuy to be exact, fall back

[Chorus: Gravy]
My n***as don't dance, keep the gun in they pants
Now fall back 'fore we pop away
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
My n***as don't dance, keep the gun in they pants
Now fall back 'fore we pop away
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Y'all bitches better know what is about when Fox get in the club
Ten Brooklyn wolves, hands on a snub
In the Saleen S7, murking out
We through Patchen and Ralph with the Birkin pouch
And keeps the butterscotch Hermès duffle
Brooklyn n***as don't dance, motherfucker, we hustle and get it popping
Yeah, Fox still keep the gat in the stocking
And me and Grav', like Jay and Dash, we rocking
The whole hood wanna know what up with Fox deal
S dot Carter, n***a, 75 mill'
Na Na lay back in the face of the Maybach
Heard my n***a Mase is back
Y'all ain't talking slick now, y'all slow-flow n***as is sick now
I ain't got no comment on Kim trial
Brooklyn

[Chorus: Gravy]
My n***as don't dance, keep the gun in they pants
Now fall back 'fore we pop away
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
My n***as don't dance, keep the gun in they pants
Now fall back 'fore we pop away
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back