Money Maker Lyrics
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that ass, you know it's okay
I just wanna know if you'll strip
Make a real playa wanna give you a tip
You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Your titties bounce around and your big booty jiggles
Make a video, it's official
Call the stiff hoes out the game, blow the whistle
I only fuck the money makers, the hustlers
Bitches who know how to get motherfuckers
You tryin' hard, you put everything into it
Can't understand how these other hoes do it
You ain't got no name brand shit
Tryin' to be fly but you ain't that, bitch
You got a warnin' to get it
Give a trick some pussy, tell him put some with it
Get down, only good if you a shaker
I see you got away you wanna get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Coz you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy, girl, shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that ass over and touch the flo'
He got a tip if you want some mo'
Tip that pussy, shake that ass, girl
Yeah, pussy hoe, shake that ass
It like the '84 Beratta 'coz it sittin' on glass
Ain't nothin' happenin' but tricks gettin' broke
Fuck a lotta politicians but she never go vote
The bitch got a lotta contacts
Ev'ry nigga that she fucked got some kinda contracts
R'n'B singers, bow playas in rap
Niggas cow back 'coz the bitch got a snap
I'm tryin' to get the bitch to choose
It's payday, bitch, you done paid the dues
You scrappin' up your knees, climbin' up the pole
Yeah, you a hoe but you just ain't out on the stroll, bitch
Get down, only good if you a shaker
I see you got away you wanna get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Coz you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy, girl, shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
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Bend that ass over and touch the flo'
He got a tip if you want some mo'
Pay your pussy, shake that ass, girl
I'm checkin' these hoes like checkin' accounts
I'm checkin' for checks, these checks do not bounce
I fuck with the Feds, lotta money to count
My hoes be stressed, put a gun in the mouth
Bitch, bring it to me, see, I need it all
I need another Benz, hoe, fuck 'em all
Now fuck some chair, now fuck some tie
Bitch, niggas, baby, this our fuckin' job
Cock a meat in the day, be in love by the night
You could bet by tomorrow, she'll be traffickin' white
She wanna fuck with me for the rest of her life
'Coz when I fuck her, she tell me it's the best in the life
It's Ricky Ross, you know [Incomprehensible]
Still holdin' ki's like this bitch holdin' knees
I'm a Day County Chevy rider
But I got a business fuckin' up ev'rybody
Get down, only good if you a shaker
I see you got away you wanna get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Coz you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy, girl, shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that ass over and touch the flo'
He got a tip if you want some mo'
Tip that pussy, shake that ass, girl
