Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

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, back 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, back 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 (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)

20 thousand 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 (aye)

VVS in my chum, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain

I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame

I'm a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)

Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)

She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up, she don't need makeup (makeup)

She gon' rake it up, rake it up until 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)

Ask God to forgive me (why) 'cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes: Rake it up

Break it down, back 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, back 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 China just to race in China

Lil' bad trini bitch but she mixed with China

Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)

I tell all my niggas, (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 the panty, I might just let him find me

Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie

Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty

Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough

Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold

Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole

I tell all my hoes: Rake it up

Break it down, back 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, back 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 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, back 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, back 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