Chorus 4x]

Shake that ass ho

Make that cash ho



[Verse One]

My name aint Michael, I got a pickel

That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel

Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin

Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin

Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself

Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health

Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin

Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon

Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room

Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum

Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin

Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin

Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too

I'm quick to buck ya, bitch I don't admire you

Either it's my way, or hit the highway

Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray



[Chorus 4x]

Shake that ass ho

Make that cash ho



[Verse Two]

Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby

Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me

Save all that bullshit, drama and actin

Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin

Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin

Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin

Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch

You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch

I like affection, not a infection

Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction

If you sadictic, don't you step to this

Freaky and pity, ho we can do this

Man I grew to this, playa it's in me

Up there is where these green leaves'll send me

Keep to the game be yo conversation

Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation



Shake that ass ho...

Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...['til fade