Shake it Up Highway

[Intro]
Shake it up
You don’t know how to make her feel
You don’t know how to make me feel, ay
Problem is you trust me
You don’t know how to make me feel, oh

[Chorus]
I take the world, I shake it up
I come from nothin’ that’s the truth, can’t make it up
Love how she give me fabulous
And i’ve been fucking hoes ain’t have enough of em
I’m taking her guts and ain’t giving none to her
She calling it love, can’t call it nothing
I got a problem its money i’m in love with
My niggas stay on dumb shit i’m with them savages, they know Just who I come with
She say she had enough
We had enough
I hit from the back, she batter up, saddle up
I just need two cups stuffed
Blowin' on this stuffed crust
I'm busy getting high as fuck
Fuck the opps we [?]
Can't you see bitch can't ride with us

[Verse 1:]
Sad for my problems, I pick the drac up
He with them goblems I pick that drac up
These niggas plastic, these niggas rappers, and actors
He on the net sneak dissin', know what that does
Them niggas move like police callin' back up
You in my way, i'm going to pick this bag up
I rock designer in the hood, oh it feel good, shout out my momma
This here Raf Simmons [?], could've left strips all on my [?]
She wanna hump twice a day like she was riding on a Llama
I can't remember her damn name, don't even know what I should call her
She married, bitch [?], got a lil fine ass fuckin' momma
I'm [?]