[Chorus 4x]
  Shake that ass ho
  Make that cash ho
    [Verse One]
  My name aint Michael, I got a pickel
  That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
  Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
  Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
  Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
  Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
  Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
  Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
  Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room
  Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
  Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
  Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
  Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
  I'm quick to buck ya, bitch I don't admire you
  Either it's my way, or hit the highway
  Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray
    [Chorus 4x]
  Shake that ass ho
  Make that cash ho
    [Verse Two]
  Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
  Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
  Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
  Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
  Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
  Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
  Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch
  You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch
  I like affection, not a infection
  Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
  If you sadictic, don't you step to this
  Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
  Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
  Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
  Keep to the game be yo conversation
  Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation
    Shake that ass ho...
  Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...['til fade]