Intro
 Fm 
 
Verse
Fm                                      Cm 
Niggas still ain't f*ckin' with Hollywood Court 
               C# 
'Cause they f*ckin' wit' ya boi 
                    D# 
like the Hollywood dough 
Fm                            Cm 
Everything big, no comin' up short 
            C#                              D# 
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court 
 Fm                              Cm 
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not 
 C#                                  D# 
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out 
Fm                                           Cm 
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth 
C#                                  D# 
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass 
Fm                                Cm 
I build a bear before I build a bitch 
C# 
I take her to the mall and 
                      D# 
fill her with the sugar dick 
Fm                                  Cm 
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits 
         C#                                   D# 
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense 
               Fm 
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out 
             Cm                         C# 
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out 
           D#                                 Fm 
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan 
 Fm 
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on 
 
Chorus
Fm 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
 C#               D#    Fm 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
 Cm        C#   D# 
You got me dancin' 
 Fm 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
Cm     C#                D#   Fm 
Give them something to remember 
Cm   C#         D# 
You got me dancin' 
 
Post-Chorus
Fm                             C# 
Please don't stop movin' your feet 
 Fm                            C# 
While the music's hot on that ecstacy 
       Fm                                 C# 
We can dance all night, till we both get weak 
     Fm       C# 
Come on, come on 
 
Verse
Fm                       Cm 
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan 
         C#                        D# 
Out the oven cause we never microwavin' 
       Fm                                 Cm 
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan 
            C#                              D# 
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand 
         Fm                                  Cm 
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick 
           C#                                  D# 
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad 
     Fm                            Cm 
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her 
     C# 
I used to have a bench 
                           D# 
full of bitches but didn't need 'em 
    Fm                                   Cm 
But still fill arenas and k*llin' the coliseum 
   C#                                D# 
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings 
 Fm                                  Cm 
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit 
 C#                                D# 
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86 
 Fm                          Cm 
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens 
 C#                                  D# 
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin' 
  Fm                              Cm 
What is you drinkin', or better yet 
          C# 
Do you really know the meaning of life 
             D#    Fm 
or are you sleeping 
 
Chorus
Fm                       Cm   C# 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
                D#      Fm 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
Cm     C#    D# 
You got me dancin' 
      Fm               Cm 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
C#                 D#     Fm 
Give them something to remember 
Cm       C#      D# 
You got me dancin' 
Fm                       Cm   C# 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
                D#      Fm 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
Cm     C#    D# 
You got me dancin' 
      Fm               Cm 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
C#                 D#     Fm 
Give them something to remember 
Cm       C#      D# 
You got me dancin' 
 
Post-Chorus
Fm                Cm C# 
Please don't stop movin' 
          D#    Fm       C#  D# 
your feet (you got me dancin') 
        Fm 
We can dance all night, 
 Cm      C#            D# 
till we both get weak, come on 
Fm            Cm C# D# 
(You got me dancin') 
 
Outro
Fm  Cm C#         D#            Fm Cm C# 
Morning, we don't stop till the morning 
                       D# Fm 
We don't stop, keep it going 
                Cm C# 
We gonna see it through 
 C#                      D# Fm 
And the rest is up to you