Testo Rake It Up - Yo Gotti feat. Nicki Minaj
Testo della canzone Rake It Up (Yo Gotti feat. Nicki Minaj), tratta dall'album I Still Am
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, "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 (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, "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 (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 say all my Nicki (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, "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, "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 (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 dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping 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 talking nigga that's what the hoes do You a bitch
Word to my nigga, 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 bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting 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)
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Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Onika Tanya Maraj, Mario Mims, Samuel Gloade, Michael Len Ii Williams
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