Haha, come on, BME
Chyna Wheeze, Chyna Whyte, it's about to go down up in here
The game is changed (come on), Ying Yang (yeah-yeah), oh, I see it, let's do it
Shake it (come on), shake it (come on)
Shake it (come on), shake it (come on)
Shake it (come on), let's do it (come on)
Shake it (come on), shake it (come on)
Where my bitches in the club you better know it's big pussies and titties
And they all wet 'cause we full of that sock and hit 'em
Go caught me a bottle, you dog, we go chopped and screed
I'ma show you how a million dollar bitch like to do it, you got some change
But it ain't no thang, it don't excite me nigga
I need a, professional plumber to lay that pipe in me nigga
Come fuck with a thug, you think we don't like that dick
Like I'ma go to war and make this pussy fight that dick, (let's rumble)
I got what you need and it's all on me, what would you to bust that coconut, all on me
I'ma show you how a thug like to ride that whip
Whatever 24 dollars to put that slab on me
Back off on me, let me see ya bounce ya dick to the beat
Shake ya sweater balls, there is no nigga twerking for me
I got 20 hoes and all of them workin for me
But hard dicks and wet nuts you can't fuck wit them, see?
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
It's all pimp these niggas, y'all gotta pimp these hoes
I'm about to lay this pussy down, bitch take off your clothes
I got a hundred singles and I'm about to pass 'em out
Put this heavy snap on your face and smash them out
Stick my finger in your booty and make the fat come out
I'm sick with them bitch I ain't ridin' past your house
I'm to live from the nine that's two-twos and one-five
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no fillers inside
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
If you try my bitch, you could buy my bitch
How high my bitch, you could ride my bitch
My bitch, she could ride on this thang
A money hungry hustlin' ass bitch like running
Make them other hoes scramble for feed
While she yank that ass up by the neck (bitch where my shit?)
Hoe got three hoes, they could clear her dick
I ain't met a motherfucker that could tie my neck
That's why I like guys that ride bikes and quit to fight
Because ain't shit like lights that bitch checks a bitch outside
Bitch you mean to tell me you've been in this motherfucker
All night and this is all the money you got?
I don't know this motherfucker!
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
What them niggas want? (Pussy)
What them hoes want? (Money)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
