Spice On The Floor

Step in

Heat up

DJ, turn that

Way up

Got the left foot sliding, right hand high

Abuela in the corner yelling "dale, ay!"

Gold chain swinging with the conga line

I spit a little bar while we keep that time

Shorty with the hoops got a spin like vinyl

Hair in a bun plus a dress homicidal

Crowd say my name like they reading the Bible

Sweat on my neck but the vibe is final

You feel that bass in your backbone, backbone

Hands in the air like your phone, your phone

Two-step, cross-step, lose that tone

We talk with the hips when the words are gone

Spice on the floor, we mix that heat

Rap in my throat, salsa in my feet

Pop in the hook, funk in the beat

Spice on the floor, repeat, repeat

Bartender dancing while he pours that fizz

Whole room moving like it’s all one wrist

Little off-beat but we still don’t miss

I trade eight counts with a body like this

Tía in the back doing old school shakes

Kids in the middle with the TikTok face

I ride that rhythm like a getaway chase

You drop that spin, leave fire in place

You feel that bass in your backbone, backbone

Hands in the air like your phone, your phone

Two-step, cross-step, lose that tone

We talk with the hips when the words are gone

Left, right

One time, hold tight (woah)

Sweet sweat

Dripping in the strobe light

Call and I answer, clap and I chant

You move that frame like a holy chant

We in that zone where we just can’t stop

From the bottom to the rooftop