Aw, this strip club anthem, n***a, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, n***a)
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up
f** it up, f** it up, rake it up, rake it up
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that n***a (I am)
I said I’m that n***a, b**h, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ f** it up, f** it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a n***a pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the p**y, pay for the p**y (pay), wait for the p**y, wait for the p**y (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the p**y, pray for the p**y
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up
f** it up, f** it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini b**h but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my n***as, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad b**h, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my n***as wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, n***a run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up
f** it up, f** it up, rake it up, rake it up
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping a** n***as got my name in they mouth
I know the bad b**hes but know n***as who b**hes too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these b**hes do
You a b**h and ya b**h should expose you
All that pillow talking n***a that’s what the hoes do
You a b**h, word to my n***a, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty b**h, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**ing cougar
You a b**h and he a b**h and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a b**h then why you still with him?
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up
f** it up, f** it up, rake it up, rake it up