Yo Gotti feat. Nicki Minaj - Rake It Up Lyrics

(Chorus – Yo Gotti)
I tell all my hoes
Rake it up
Break it down
Bag it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
Bag it up, Bag it up
Rake it up, Rake it up
Bag it up, Bag it up
I tell all my hoes
Rake it up
Break it down
Bag it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
Rake it up, rake it up

(Verse 1 – Yo Gotti)
I made love to a stripper, stripper
First I had to tip her, phrrr
20 thousand ones, woo, she said I’m that ni**a, I am
I said I’m that ni**a, bi**h, I already know it, I know it
I come with bad weather, ksh, they say I’m a storm, aye
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain, chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, what I got a Patek on okay!
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home, phrrr
She gon f**k it up, f**k it up
She don’t need makeup
She gone rake it up, rake it up
Until a ni**a pay up
She said pay for the pu**y, pay for the pu**y, hey
Wait for the pu**y, wait for the pu**y, wait
Ask God to forgive me, why
Cause I pray for the pu**y, pray for the pu**y

(Chorus – Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj)
I tell all my hoes
Rake it up
Break it down
Bag it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
Bag it up, Bag it up
Rake it up, Rake it up
Bag it up, Bag it up
I tell all my hoes
Rake it up
Break it down
Bag it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up
Rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

(Verse 2 – Nicki Minaj)
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil bad trini bi**h but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China
I tell all my ni**as, cut the check, cut the check
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, pow
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it
I’m a bad bi**h, I’ma throw fifth time
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it
I don’t date honey, cookie on tsunami
All my ni**as wife me once they get that good punani
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitty
Ask Remy and Joe, ni**a run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

(Verse 3 – Yo Gotti)
Well I’m the dough boy
The one they talking about
All these gossiping ass ni**as got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bi**hes
But no ni**as who bi**hes too
They should bleed once a month
Cause that’s what these b*tches do
You a bi**h!
And ya bi**h should expose you
All that pillow talking ni**a that’s what the hoes do
You a bi**h!
Word to my ni**a, Short
We won’t never write no statement
We ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping
We don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites
We just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors
We don’t don’t pay no shooters
You a little bitty bi**h, you should work at Hooters
You a old hater
You a f**king cougar
You a bi**h! And he a bi**h!
And yall like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bi**h, then why you still with him