Money Shake ft. ppcocaine Lyrics

Money Shake ft. ppcocaine - Lamont Holt

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[Intro]

Let's get low

[Verse 1: Lamont Holt]

Go ahead and shake it lil' baby, milkshake

What's in my hands will get your whole bills paid

This money bring the hoes to the yard (Ayy)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Throw that)

Poker face, model face, I'm a star (Bling)

Big bank, I can't max the credit card (Nah)

Handstand, she twerkin' on the wall (Throw that)

Can't stand a broke nigga at all (Ayy, ayy, ooh)

[Chorus: Lamont Holt & ppcocaine]

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard (Mm-hm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Mm-hm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Shake that, throw that ass, shake that)

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard (Mm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Mm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours, ayy (Huh? Huh? Huh!?, Shake that, see you workin'-)

[Verse 2: ppcocaine]

Seen her in the party and she started goin' crazy (Crazy)

Tried to take her home, but I'm not your baby (Uh-uh)

I seen her shake it down low (Ooh)

Then she drop it to the floor, shake your ass for some dough, like (Huh, huh, huh)

Babygirl, what you workin' with? (What you workin' with?)

Threw it back? Then she is not my bitch (Uh-uh)

She only wanna fuck 'cause she seen I'm rich

Hella hoes at the party so I told 'em, "Go switch!" (Go switch!)

Slow it down lil' baby, yuh (Huh, huh)

And go to town lil' baby, huh (Huh, huh)

Throw it back, turn around lil' baby (Yeah)

Shake it hard for the crowd lil' baby

My milkshake brings all the hoes to the yard (Wait, what?)

They shakin' ass and they goin' hella hard (Huh?)

My milkshake brings all the hoes to the yard (Wait, what?)

They shakin' ass and they goin' hella hard (Huh?)

[Chorus: Lamont Holt]

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard (Mm-hm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Mm-hm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Shake that, throw that ass, shake that)

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard (Mm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Mm)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours, ayy (Shake that, see you workin' wit' it baby)

[Verse 3: Lamont Holt]

My pockets out of pockets, I'm cocky

Three dime pieces with me and they all got some body

You way too conceited, got these other hoes salty

Know these hoes ain't competin', slim waist, you a Barbie (You that bitch)

How you wearin' designer and you still lookin' bummy

I turn off my phone 'cause my bitch keep on callin'

Then turn it back on just to flex on my story

Said I was at the studio but I'm fuckin' the club up, okay

[Chorus: Lamont Holt]

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Shake that)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours (Shake that, mm-hm, mm-hm)

All this money I got bring the hoes to the yard (Woo)

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours

Damn right, if you shake it then it's yours, ayy (Shake that, ayy)

[Outro: Lamont Holt]

I'm a handsome (What?), young (What?), successful nigga (Okay)

Pose for the picture (I did), I don't fuck with you (At all)

I'm a handsome (Ooh), young (Ooh), successful nigga (Ooh)

Pose for the picture (Ooh), I don't fuck with you (Yes sir)