Shake That 🍑

Intro

(Yeah, it's a whole vibe... let's run it back)

Verse 1

Counting hundreds while the system lag

Rich as fuck, watch the money bag

Big racks stacking to the ceiling, no cap

Pocket change? Nah, that’s for the broke ass

Pre-Chorus

You say you 'bout your bread? (huh?)

You say you 'bout your bread? (for real?)

Talking like a fan, get the fuck up out my section

Chorus

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch

Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it clap, bitch

Say you all about that money, I got bands, bitch

Say you all about that money, watch me throw these bands, bitch

Hook

Racks on racks on racks (racks!)

Racks on racks on racks (stack it up!)

Racks on racks on racks (yeah!)

Racks on racks on racks

Verse 2

She sliding down the pole like it’s greased with oil

Ass so fat it got its own zip code, spoiled

I make it rain, she make it thunderstorm (brrrah)

Then she dropped to her knees, gave the mic a warm performance

VIP got her legs behind her head, contortionist

Pussy gripping like it’s tryna cash a check, extortionist

She said “Daddy, can I get a bag?” I said “Open wide”

Deepthroat a whole stack while I’m counting up the other side (gawk gawk)

Pre-Chorus

You say you 'bout your bread? (yeah right)

You say you 'bout your bread? (stop lying)

Talking like a fan, stay in your place, lil' baby

Chorus

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch

Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it clap, bitch

Say you all about that money, I got bands, bitch

Say you all about that money, watch me throw these bands, bitch

Hook

Racks on racks on racks (racks!)

Racks on racks on racks (get 'em up!)

Racks on racks on racks (skrrt!)

Racks on racks on racks

Verse 3

Private room, lights low, she doing backflips on the dick

Riding me like a new foreign, hands on the stick (vroom)

Told her “Make it nasty,” now the couch looking like a slip n’ slide

Ass bouncing to the hi-hats, I’m throwing twenty’s just to watch it fly

She want the Birkin, I want the squirt, fair exchange

Nut on them titties then I make it rain (bling blaow)

From the club to the after-party in the penthouse suite

She calling me “God” every time I beat

Bridge

(Ad-libs: Slow it down... now speed it up)

Shake it slow for the ones with the ones

Then go fast when them hundreds start to run

Final Chorus

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch (harder!)

Shake that ass, shake that ass, break that back, bitch

Say you all about that money, come and get these bands, bitch

Say you all about that money, let me see you dance, bitch

Hook/Outro

Racks on racks on racks (till the sun come up)

Racks on racks on racks (fill the truck up)

Racks on racks on racks (what?)

Racks on racks on racks