Shake
Bitch, I'm 1000 million
When the label call, telling that we want a billion
They're not talking money
I don't see the nigga hear them
So we bout this fast till these niggas get the deal done
Whoa, plus my shorty love Brazilian
Certified dime, your bitches unappealing
Got so high, niggas floated through the ceiling
Can't come down, bitch, I'm up, can't feel nothing
Did he dance when the check clear?
Homie strapping now, better luck next year
Ain't no question who they ask, so I'm next in
South side, but my niggas from the west end
Look, and I seen y'all making little jokes on Twitter
Don't fuck around and find out with 'em
Look, and I don't forget a face, so I switch
I play it cool when it's time, make it hurt when I hit 'em
Look, 20 deep in this session, this is me and my niggas
Move wrong, they gonna be a pretty pigeon
Look, bitch, and it's still K9 keys
This baby giving me brain, that's a NFT
Security? Nother name, I don't need ID
These niggas is second fiddle, like NIT
Knew your ass was capping, see
That's why the fuck
You trying to fucks on the ground
Bitch, I'm red shade
You got cut on the scam
Bitch, I'm red shade
Taking over your man
Bitch, I'm red shade
You know who I am
Bitch, I'm red shade
Come on lets work, come on lets work
Lets work, lets work
Don't leave your hoe at the club, you gotta stop that
Cause niggas losing hoes 'bout her low, wherever I'm at
I can get her wet off a glimpse, with no contact
She tall like Tim, 'bout foot, tryna climb that
Yeah, I'll show you how to do this, young
Diamonds shining all bright like a bluish sun
Came through over here, it's like the food is done
Schooling rappers all day, don't be a foolish one
Yeah, and run me my check, please
My game ill like, gimme that SP
Two bad bitches and I treat 'em like besties
Reaching for my thing, greedy bitches like, "Let me"
And that goes on and on
More cheese for my dough, that's a proven loan
Yeah, roll like this, hope you holdin' on
Herb got that pack, what you smokin' on?
Got two bad hoes tryna catch a vibe
And I give 'em mad work, like a nine to five
See these niggas throwing shade, baby, step aside
Real nigga in the spot, better recognize
You trying to fucks on the ground
Bitch, I'm red shade
You got caught in the scheme
Bitch, I'm red shake
Get over your man
Hey, bitch, I'm red shake
You dont know who I am
Bitch, I'm red shake
Come on, let's swerve
Come on, let's swerve, let's work (shake)
Let's work (shake)
Let's work (red shake)
When the label call, telling that we want a billion
They're not talking money
I don't see the nigga hear them
So we bout this fast till these niggas get the deal done
Whoa, plus my shorty love Brazilian
Certified dime, your bitches unappealing
Got so high, niggas floated through the ceiling
Can't come down, bitch, I'm up, can't feel nothing
Did he dance when the check clear?
Homie strapping now, better luck next year
Ain't no question who they ask, so I'm next in
South side, but my niggas from the west end
Look, and I seen y'all making little jokes on Twitter
Don't fuck around and find out with 'em
Look, and I don't forget a face, so I switch
I play it cool when it's time, make it hurt when I hit 'em
Look, 20 deep in this session, this is me and my niggas
Move wrong, they gonna be a pretty pigeon
Look, bitch, and it's still K9 keys
This baby giving me brain, that's a NFT
Security? Nother name, I don't need ID
These niggas is second fiddle, like NIT
Knew your ass was capping, see
That's why the fuck
You trying to fucks on the ground
Bitch, I'm red shade
You got cut on the scam
Bitch, I'm red shade
Taking over your man
Bitch, I'm red shade
You know who I am
Bitch, I'm red shade
Come on lets work, come on lets work
Lets work, lets work
Don't leave your hoe at the club, you gotta stop that
Cause niggas losing hoes 'bout her low, wherever I'm at
I can get her wet off a glimpse, with no contact
She tall like Tim, 'bout foot, tryna climb that
Yeah, I'll show you how to do this, young
Diamonds shining all bright like a bluish sun
Came through over here, it's like the food is done
Schooling rappers all day, don't be a foolish one
Yeah, and run me my check, please
My game ill like, gimme that SP
Two bad bitches and I treat 'em like besties
Reaching for my thing, greedy bitches like, "Let me"
And that goes on and on
More cheese for my dough, that's a proven loan
Yeah, roll like this, hope you holdin' on
Herb got that pack, what you smokin' on?
Got two bad hoes tryna catch a vibe
And I give 'em mad work, like a nine to five
See these niggas throwing shade, baby, step aside
Real nigga in the spot, better recognize
You trying to fucks on the ground
Bitch, I'm red shade
You got caught in the scheme
Bitch, I'm red shake
Get over your man
Hey, bitch, I'm red shake
You dont know who I am
Bitch, I'm red shake
Come on, let's swerve
Come on, let's swerve, let's work (shake)
Let's work (shake)
Let's work (red shake)
Credits
Writer(s): Marquis Rashad Driver, Chauncy Traymont Craighead
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