Karaoké Rake It Up Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj

Ah this the strip club anthem

Nigga what's up

Yeah

Young Money

Me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG sixty-threes

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

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

Bag 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

I made love to a stripper

First I had to tip her

Twenty thousand ones

She said I'm that nigga

I said I'm that nigga bitch

I already know it

I come with bad weather

They say I'm a storm

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

I got a Patek on

Got a stripper with me

She picked up the check home

She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up

She don't need make-up

She gon' rake it up, rake it up

She gon' tell a nigga pay up

She said pay for the pussy

Pay for the pussy

Wait for the pussy

Wait for the pussy

Asked God to forgive me 'cos 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

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

Bag 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

I tell all my niggas cut the check

Buss it down

T-T-Turn your goofy down pound

Imma do splits on it

Yes splits on it

I'm a bad bitch

Imma throw fits on it

Imma bust it open

Imma go stupid and be a ditz on it

I don't date honey

Cookie on tsunami

All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani

I think he need a Bonnie

I might just let him find me

Never trust a big butt and a smile

Yo word to Ronnie

R-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

I tell all my hoes

Rake it up

Mmh

Break it down

Bag it up

Uh eh eh

Eh eh eh prrr

Fuck it up, fuck 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

Bag 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

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 'cos that's what these bitches do

You a and ya bitch should expose you

All that pillow talkin' nigga that's what the hoes do

You a

Word to my nigga $hort

We won't never write no statement

We ain't showin' up in court

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

We don't pay no shooters

You a little bitty bitty bitch

You should work at Hooters

You a old hater

You a fuckin' cougar

You a and he a and y'all like twin sisters

Respect ya hustle

Get your money baby

Win with us

Ya boyfriend actin' like a 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

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

Bag 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