Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck 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 (rake it up) I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr) Twenty 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 (ayy) VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?), I got a Patek on (okay) Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr) She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) She don't need make-up (make-up) She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up) She gon' tell 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) Asked God to forgive me (why?) 'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck 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 (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 a Bonnie, I might just let him find me Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole, name ain't Nicole (grrr) I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck 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 (rake it up) Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about All these gossipin' 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 (beitch) and ya bitch should expose you All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do You a (beitch) word to my nigga $hort We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court (Beitch) We don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin' We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target We don't do no rumors (rumors) we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr) You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yeah) You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar You a (beitch) and he a (beitch) and y'all like twin sisters Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us Ya boyfriend actin' like a (beitch) then why you still with him? I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck 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 (rake it up)

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.