Shake That Ass - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Shake that ass, hoe, make that cash, hoe

My name ain't Michael, I got a pickel

That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel

Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin'

Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin'

Man I'm a motherfucker out here with 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. room

Hoe 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, bitch, I don't admire you

Either it's my way, or hit the highway

Project's the pastor, have Glocks then we'll spray

Shake that ass, hoe, make that cash, hoe

Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby

Then drive ya crazy, hoe you can save me

Save all that bullshit, drama and actin'

Preachin's for pulpits, quit that lip flappin'

Dog, I'm attackin', head's gon' be crackin'

Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin'

Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch

You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch

I like affection, not a infection

Hoe, you burn me bullets come yo' direction

If you sadictic, don't you step to this

Freaky and pity, hoe 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 ass, hoe

Pop (Pop) that pussy, hoe