Shake It - Yo Gotti

Down here Memphis no hanky panky

And we ride whips on twanky twanky’s

Thugged out club scene dranky dranky

That cristy cristy til' we faint’n faint’n

Aaaaayyyyyyy!

And they run to the dance floor

All shape sizes from dime to zero

I’m not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero

I’m just trying to get you and your friend to G-O

Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo

T-shirt, head band, tech-marino

Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo

Lorenzo jersey to hide the 4-O

Shawty, Cree-o and she know Judo

She say she got some green that will send me to Pluto

Sorry mommy ya boy don’t smizzo

But you can let your boy burn brain in the G-4

Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!

Shake it mommy

Girl tell me where you get that from

Put it on me

Alright (alright)

I’m like me burning drink but me at the bar and uuhhh…

Me from the hood but me is a star and uuhhh…

You looking right and we can go far if uuhhh…

Ya don’t mind spending time with a hustlah

Yo gotti, M down, Lil' Monster and

You get it right how bout you be his wifey and

We cock whips move bricks in a mini van

Take trips to Hawaii to hula dance

Aaaaayyyyyyy!

She back in Philippines

Aaaaayyyyyyy!

Looking right in them Gucci jeans

She bounce she turn she drop it low

And I look like damn!

This bitch is cold

The monastery monora whatever hoe

Look I’m from Memphis ain’t seen that shit before

Down here they twerk and shake it fast

But we love it cuz we watch her crip her ass