Disco ball spinnin’, 50 in the cipher,
Remix blaze—bassline drip like a sniper.
Hands to the ceiling, Henny in the cup,
Shawty drop it low, make the whole club erupt.
Candy-shop glow, strobe on the gold chain,
Heat on the beat—Curtis back to burn flame.
Snap in the kick, clap in the snare,
Everybody hustle like the money’s right there.
Disco inferno, we don’t come to behave—
light it up, let it burn, till we flood the grave.