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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Stimme und Gesang
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Stimme und Gesang
Too $hort
Too $hort
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter:in
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter:in
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter:in
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Produzent:in
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Ingenieur:in
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Ingenieurassistent:in
Nick Valentin
Nick Valentin
Ingenieurassistent:in
30 Roc
Co-Produzent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Intro]
Aw, this strip club anthem, ****, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, ****
[Chorus]
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up (What?)
Break it down, back it up (Back it up, back 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)
[Verse 1]
I made love to a stripper, first I had to tip her
Twenty thousand ones, she said I'm that **** (I am)
I said I'm that ****, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, they say I'm a storm
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 a Phillipe Chow, I got a Patek on (Okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, hoe
She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up
She don't need makeup (Makeup)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up
Until a **** pay up (Pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (Pay)
Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (Wait)
Ask God to forgive me (Why?)
'Cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy
[Chorus]
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back 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)
[Verse 2]
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
I tell all my ****, cut the check (Cut the check)
Bust it down, turn your goofy down, pound (Down)
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, cookie on tsunami (Oh)
All my **** 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, **** run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole
[Chorus]
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back 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)
[Verse 3]
Well, I'm the dough boy, the one they talkin' about
All these gossipin' ass **** got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know **** who bitches too
They should bleed once a month
'Cause that's what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin', ****, that's what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my ****, Short
We won't never write no statement
We ain't showin' up in court
Bitch, 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, we don't pay no shooters
You a little bitty bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (Yo)
You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin' like a bitch then why you still with him?
[Chorus]
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back 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)
Written by: Mario Mims, Michael Williams, Onika Maraj, Todd Shaw
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