音樂影片

收錄於

積分

出演艺人
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
演唱
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
演唱
Too $hort
Too $hort
样本艺人
作曲和作词
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
词曲作者
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
词曲作者
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
词曲作者
迈克尔·威廉斯
词曲作者
制作和工程
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
制作人
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
工程师
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
助理工程师
Nick Valentin
Nick Valentin
助理工程师
30 Roc
联合制作人
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
母带工程师

歌詞

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)
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Todd Anthony Shaw, Michael Len Ii Williams, Mario Mims, Samuel Gloade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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