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featuring Juicy J (Chorus) Girl, you had it there, Bottom hoes modeling And I just keep on tipping Throwing all the dollars in. It’s about to be a twerk off, Be a twerk off. Pull your skirt down, take your shirt off. (Verse) Anything she can do, you can do better I can see nobody here who better than you. Girl, I’d love to see you twerk, love the way you go to work, You be killing competition, cause you let it on preserve. Come on, get this money, girl, is yours, I can keep them dollars coming they say when it rains it falls. Throwing money to the ceiling till it’s covering the floor It’s a twerk off, we know who win it, you, of course. (Pre-Chorus) Grab some girlfriends and let’s sync up On my body, then Ticking knuckles in the pin house Letras de cancionesAnd just bought up and put too much in the wind Tell if you win. Shake it like you’ll never shake it again, Take it so deep, I don’t know where it went I know it’s no mistake, you should be a first place. (Chorus) Girl, you had it there, Bottom hoes modeling And I just keep on tipping Throwing all the dollars in. It’s about to be a twerk off, Be a twerk off. Pull your skirt down, take your shirt off. (Bridge) Push it, get it, pop it, Be it, got it, trap it, Even though the head is watching You don’t have to stop it. Calling murder cause you kill it And you take it to the ceiling Got me losing all control When you work it on the pole. You know you’re the best Cause you’re gonna do what she won’t do You keep it out the box, The murder chicks, you typical. That’s about, throw it up, You love how I be tipping you, Before you start this twerk off Baby, take that shirt off. (Pre-Chorus) Grab some girlfriends and let’s sync up On my body, then Ticking knuckles in the pin house And just bought up and put too much in the wind Tell if you win. Shake it like you’ll never shake it again, Take it so deep, I don’t know where it went I know it’s no mistake, you should be a first place. (Chorus) Girl, you had it there, Bottom hoes modeling And I just keep on tipping Throwing all the dollars in. It’s about to be a twerk off, Be a twerk off. Pull your skirt down, take your shirt off. (Verse) The way she work that pole It’s time for her to work mine And she suck it so good I just might go blind. And the ass so fat Then the chick so fine She okay in the face But Beyonce from behind. She clap that ass for a G Cause my chips stack like crazy I’m rich and I’m single Go to win 20 thousand per single. Baddest chick you ever seen before I make it rain, they clean the floor I’m throwing stacks, she come and get it, I throw some more, I ain’t going for. Booty like no other, she get it from her mother Throwing bands in the club, smoking more than Chris Tucker. Weed laps and weed rounds, I can’t stop, no relapse. Number of models, tucking the Marley, Take ‘em back to the crib and continue the party. (Chorus) Girl, you had it there, Bottom hoes modeling And I just keep on tipping Throwing all the dollars in. It’s about to be a twerk off, Be a twerk off. Pull your skirt down, take your shirt off. From Letras Mania