Shake Sum

You know I had to get it
The money do backwards flips
And it (Uhh, Uhh)
Niggas be mad at this when
I do my lil magic trick wit it
(Uhh, Uhh)
I went from rags to riches
Now I got a bag of riches
(I got a bag, Uhh)
So I need the baddest bitches to
Show me that ass and titties
(Show me that ass bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (Chapo)
Show me that ass and titties (Chapo)
Show me that ass and titties (bitch)

Hop out and throw it
She droppin' it low and
She lookin' at me like she want it
Sick with it yeah that bih cold man
Bending it over or doing it with no hands
All on the floor man
Tryna get more bands
Throw it like oceans
It's crashing and rollin'
Im tryna splash up on it
Tryna grab on it
Tryna clap cheeks
Tryin make a song wit it
She got that ahh
Man I can't pass like
I aint study
Do the math Im turnt up bad
I'm out that mud, Im sippin that bubbly
All that ass up on her back
Like she den came in with some company
Big ole bag, niggas mad
I move too fast that's why she can't fwm
But she still fwm
TURN UP
Throwin that ass and return
Throwin that ass with endurane
Showin that ass she aint worried
She say that she deserve me
I guess that she heard
(What You Said)

You know I had to get it
The money do backwards flips
And it (Uhh, Uhh)
Niggas be mad at this when
I do my lil magic trick wit it
(Uhh, Uhh)
I went from rags to riches
Now I got a bag of riches
(I got a bag, Uhh)
So I need the baddest bitches to
Show me that ass and titties
(Show me that ass bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (Bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (Bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (Bitch)
Show me that ass and titties (Bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Devante Scott
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