[Chorus 4x]
Shake that $$# ho
Make that cash ho


[Verse One]
My name aint Michael, I got a pickel

That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
$#&@ with these hitmen, bullets be spittin

Man I'm a mother$#&@er out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin

Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room
Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum

Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too

I'm quick to buck ya, (*##$ I don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray


[Chorus 4x]
Shake that $$# ho

Make that cash ho

[Verse Two]

Hoes like to $#&@ ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bull%#@!, drama and actin

Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin

Who wear the pants (*##$, who made these pants (*##$
You shake and dance (*##$, I'm just your man (*##$
I like affection, not a infection

Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this

Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation

Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation

Shake that $$# ho...

Pop (pop) dat #~!!@ ho...['til fade]