| Girl you’re hotter than… all them hoes modelin'
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| And I just keep on tippin'
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| Pourin' out them dollars, and…
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| It’s about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
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| Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off
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| Anything she can do, you can do better
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| I don’t see nobody here who’s better than you
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| Girl, I love to see you twerk, love the way you go to work
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| You be killin' competition ‘cause you let it go berserk…
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| Come and get this money, girl, it’s yours
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| I can keep them dollars comin', they say when it rains it pours
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| Throwin' money to the ceiling ‘til it’s covering the floor
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| It’s a twerk off, but we know who’s winnin' (you, of course)
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| Grab some girlfriends and let’s synch up with my partner and them
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| We can all go to the penthouse and just vibe out and put you in the wig
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| Girl, if you in, shake it like you’ll never shake it again
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| Take it so deep, I don’t know when it end
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| I know it’s no mistake, you should be in first place
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| Girl you’re hotter than… all them hoes modelin'
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| And I just keep on tippin'
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| Pourin' out them dollars, and…
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| It’s about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
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| Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off
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| First you gotta pop it, then you gotta drop it
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| Even though the haters watchin', you don’t have to stop it
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| Callin' «murder» ‘cause you killin' when you take it to the ceiling
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| Got me losin' all control when you work it on the pole
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| You know you the best, ‘cause you gon' do what she won’t do
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| You keep it out the box, them other chicks be typical
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| That’s why I throw it up, you love how I be tippin' you
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| Before you start this twerk off, baby, take that shirt off
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| Girl you’re hotter than… all them hoes modelin'
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| And I just keep on tippin'
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| Pourin' out them dollars, and…
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| It’s about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
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| Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off
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| The way she work that pole — it’s time for her to work mine
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| And she suck it so good — I just might go blind
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| And her ass is fat — damn that chick so fine
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| She okay in the face but Beyonce from behind
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| She clapped her ass for cheese, ‘cause my chips stackin' like Pringles
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| I’m rich and I’m single, blowin' twenty-thousand in singles
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| Baddest chick you’ve never seen before, I make it rain, they clean the floor
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| I throw a stack, she come and get it, I’ll throw some more, I’m not goin' broke
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| Booty like no other — she get it from her mother
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| Throwin' bands in the club, smokin' more than Chris Tucker
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| Weed naps and weed raps, I can’t stop, no relapse
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| Nothin' but models, trippin' on molly
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| Take ‘em back to the crib and continue the party
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| Girl you’re hotter than… all them hoes modelin'
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| And I just keep on tippin'
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| Pourin' out them dollars, and…
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| It’s about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
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| Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off |