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Chorus4x
Shake that as* ho
Make that cash ho
Verse One
My name aint Michael, I got a pickel
That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
fk with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
Man I'm a motherfker out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room
Ho suck a d*ck up just like a vacuum
Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
I'm quick to buck ya, b*tch I don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray
Chorus4x
Shake that as* ho
Make that cash ho
Verse Two
Hoes like to fk ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bulls**t, drama and actin
Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
Who wear the pants b*tch, who made these pants b*tch
You shake and dance b*tch, I'm just your man b*tch
I like affection, not a infection
Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation
Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation
Shake that as* ho...
Pop (pop) dat p*ssy ho...('til fade)