Rake It Up (Y2K Remix) Yo Gotti (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
Twenty thousand ones (woo), she said I'm that nigga (I am)
I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I'm a storm (ayy)
VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?), I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr)
She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
She don't need make-up (make-up)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon' tell a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay)
Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy