Bài hát: Rake It Up - Yo Gotti, Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
EarDrummers
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, 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, nigga

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up, *** it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) rake it up
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up, bag it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones (woo) she said I'm that nigga (I am)
I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh) they say I'm a storm (ayy)
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 in Phillipe Chow (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, holme (phrrr)
She gon' *** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
She don't need make-up (make-up)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon' tell a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay)
Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up, *** it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) rake it up
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up, bag it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo
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 (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
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 (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas 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, nigga run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up, *** it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) rake it up
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up, bag it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too $hort]
Well, I'm the dough boy, the one they talkin' about
All these gossipin' ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do
You a (beitch) and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do
You a (beitch) word to my nigga $hort
We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court
(Beitch) 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 (rumors) we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yeah)
You a old hater, you a ***in' cougar
You a (beitch) and he a (beitch) and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin' like a (beitch) then why you still with him?

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up, *** it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) rake it up
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up, bag it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
*** it up, *** it up (*** it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)