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Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Uh! Lean back like promethazine Girl told me hit the box hard, no referee Uh! I got CEO energy Whistling Idgaf if you feelin me!! What up tho Y'all call me whatever you want Just don't call me late for dinner Ain't no regular guy In the club I stay litty Make a rack out a penny Competition can't kill me if I don't have any (WHAT!!) Bock bock Chicken chicken Bock bock Chicken head! Girl got a booty like them girls on the internet Now I don't count dollars I count commas and bounce Got the swag of Mufasa Bout to buy you a house mama Yuh Circle's like a hoola hoop If you don't get it That means outside of bitches I'm only one in it Woah Whole squad pulling up in some Cadillacs She make it clap so I clap for that ass back Round booty got a round of applause Call her Obi Wan Ka-Booty That's some powerful force One minute making money rollin out wit the boys Next minute got my bitches Don't know how we got home Kountry, boy Project Pat Mane, we outta control Like a lawn gnome Surrounded by the grass and the hoes Told her baby put yo hands to yo toes And shake ya money maker Got a dirty mouth that needs a handful of soap! Yo! Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Ooh! I'm just riding on them forges See ya on them porches Summertime skirts short skirts Yeah they looking gorgeous Project Patta You ain't what I'm after Rack after Racka Stack after Stacka I preach to the hood mane Just like a pastor Receive my offering, just like a pastor Ice on my teeth and my neck frozen Da Hood mess with me so I guess I'm chosen So I'm rolling Pockets on swollen I got that old bread Pockets all moldy Tickets are golden Court rooms foldin' Can't snitch on me 'cause no dope I'm holding This world's so cold and can't trust a soul in Like strike bowling, that's how I'm rolling You know I ain't going Scuffling and broken Scuffling and broken? You know I ain't going! OOH! Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Pelvis Presley Definitely a hound dog Mouth be drooling Late night spooning Stickin' and movin' Stickin' and movin'? Guess who taught her everything that she doing Thick, freaky nasty chick That's what I'm choosing Stroke her, rolls are grooving Why your man mad at me? Ain't ya relationship improving? Pelvis Presley University! Uh huh! Man It's PPU Baby Girl how I honor bro I bless you Shorty drafted Top of the class Pelvis intercepted the pass Make a foul on the play (FUCK!) REF! Blow the damn whistle! Booty's on vacation Straight long dick, no mistakin' Fire that ass up like some sizzling bacon Don't get it mistaken Don't get it mistaken! UH! Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Stack money til the money can't fold Shake that ass til that ass can't walk Get it girl, back that ass up While I make money move And I stack it back up Stack money Can't fold Shake that ass, shake that ass, can't walk (can't walk!) Stack money Can't fold Shake that ass, shake that ass, can't wa-wa-wa Shake that ass til that ass can't walk!
Writer(s): Derrek Thomas Jensen, Nathan Williams, Patrick Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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