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.

I’m in that disco inferno, heat high, seat low,

Candy paint drip, got the streets in a chokehold,

Bottles pop, models drop, dollar bills tornado,

Gold chain swing like it’s 50-foot bola.

Flash of the strobes, cash in the load,

Lamborgini lungs, every gear explode,

I’m the spark in the dark, watch the floor burn slow—

Disco inferno, now the whole club know.