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Ear Drummers (30, you a fool for this one)
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, 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, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her
20,000 ones (woo), she said I'm that nigga (I am)
I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I'm a storm (ayy)
VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
She don't need make-up (make-up)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon' tell a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay)
Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (yo, yo)

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to Chyna just to race in China
Lil' bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo), cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I'm a bad bitch, I'ma throw fits on it (fits)
I'ma bust it open! I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don't date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas 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
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole (rrr)

I tell all my hoes (ooh), "Rake it up (mmm)
Break it down (uh-huh, ah-ah), bag it up" (ah-ah, ah, rrr)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about
All these gossipin' ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do
You a (bitch) and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do
You a (bitch), word to my nigga $hort
We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court
(Bitch) we don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin'
We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don't do no rumors (rumors), we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty-bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yeah)
You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar
You a (bitch) and he a (bitch) and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Yo' boyfriend actin' like a (bitch), then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up (rake it, rake it)
Break it down (break it down), bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

I just want the memories
I'm with you

Regret in your tears, now you taste 'em
'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em
Don't rush, take time, take some
I just want the memories, tried to make some with you
You
Now I gotta erase some with you
You

Look at you now, stuck in the background
Silence right now sounds so loud
Tried to let you go, you come back 'round
Look at you now, stuck in the background
Two seats in my two seater-er-er
Used to pull off on me, leave me hurt
Tryna front, but I know you do your dirt
Not nice, boy you know you do your dirt

Regret in your tears, now you taste 'em
'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em
Don't rush, take time, take some
I just want the memories, tried to make some with you
You
Now I gotta erase some with you
You

Baby now you know you got nerve
I know you just wanna be heard
I'm a bad bitch, you ain't used to that
You gon' fuck around and make me do you bad
Used to creep, creep, with you through the back
I count up the cash and bring you the bag
I count up the racks like Serena
Plus I got that ass like Selena
And you know nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, not a bitch
That's gon' care, care, hold you down and love you like this
Drop down, turn around, baby show you like this
Won't find another one to ride it like a soldier like this

Regret in your tears, now you taste 'em
'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em
Don't rush, take time, take some
I just want the memories, tried to make some with you
You
Now I gotta erase some with you
You

Yeah, and they say big girls don't cry
Maybe I cried
The real ones don't lie
Baby you lied
I don't know what to do with you
Baby now I'm through with you

'Cause you don't even know what you just lost
You don't even know what you just had
You don't even know, and that's what's bad
Money bag long, that bitch bad
Used to lay up in them sheets, they were snow white
Now you spendin' cold nights
You've been in the wrong so long
You don't even know right
Call my line, call my line, I'm like, "Please, boy"
You just need to leave, boy
I ain't got time for you
Just once, do somethin' for me, boy

Regret in your tears, now you taste 'em
'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em
Don't rush, take time, take some
I just want the memories, tried to make some with you
You
Now I gotta erase some with you
You

Tried to make some with you, you
With you, you
I tried to make some with you
I tried to make some with you
I tried to make some with you
I tried to make some with you
I tried to make some with you, baby
Make some with you
Too picky when I make some with you
You said you would save me
You said you would save me
Hahahaha, rrrrrr
Ohhhh, woooh