Rake It Up

C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
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Break it down, back it up
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Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                      A
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, 
fuck it up
C#m                      A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, 
rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
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I made love to a stripper 
(stripper), first I had to tip her 
(phrrr)
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20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I'm
 that nigga (I am)
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I said I'm that nigga, bitch, I 
already know it (I know it)
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I come with bad weather, (ksh) they 
say I'm a storm (aye)
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VVS in my chum, that's a Roc-A-Fella
 chain
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I was sending bricks to Harlem back 
when Jay was still with Dame
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I'm a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a 
Patek on (okay)
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Got a stripper with me she pick up 
the check, home (phrrr)
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She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up, she
 don't need makeup (makeup)
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She gon' rake it up, rake it up 
until a nigga pay up (pay up)
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She said pay for the pussy, pay for 
the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy,
 wait for the pussy (wait)
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Ask God to forgive me (why) 'cause I
 pray for the pussy, pray for the 
pussy

[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                      A
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A
Break it down, back it up
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C#m                     A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, 
fuck it up
C#m                      A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, 
rake it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
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Brought out the pink Lamborghini 
just to race with Chyna
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Brought the Wraith to China just to 
race in China
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Lil' bad trini bitch but she mixed 
with China
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Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to
 China (woo)
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I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the 
check (cut the check)
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Buss it down, turn your goofy down, 
(down) pound
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I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on
 it, (splits) I'm a bad bitch, I'ma 
throw fits on it (fits)
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I'ma bust it open, I'ma go stupid 
and be a ditz on it (ditz)
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I don't date honey, (no?) cookie on 
tsunami (oh)
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All my niggas wife me once they get 
that good punani (oh)
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I think he need the panty, I might 
just let him find me
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Never trust a big butt and a smile, 
word to Ronnie
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Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and
 Nitty
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Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my 
dough
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Wrist game is freezing like it wait 
in the cold
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Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't 
Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                      A
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, 
fuck it up
C#m                      A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, 
rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
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Well, I'm the dough boy, the one 
they talking about
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All these gossiping ass niggas got 
my name in they mouth
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I know the bad bitches but know 
niggas who bitches too
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They should bleed once a month 
'cause that's what these bitches do
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You a bitch and ya bitch should 
expose you
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All that pillow talking nigga that's
 what the hoes do
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You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
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We won't never write no statement, 
we ain't showing up in court
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We don't do no gossiping, we don't 
do no arguing
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We don't beef on social sites, we 
just hit our target
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We don't do no rumors, we don't 
don't pay no shooters (brrr)
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You a little bitty bitch, you should
 work at Hooters (yo)
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You a old hater, you a fucking 
cougar
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You a bitch and he a bitch and y'all
 like twin sisters
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Respect ya hustle, get ya money, 
baby, win with us
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Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch 
then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                      A
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, 
back it up
C#m                  A
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, 
fuck it up
C#m                      A
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, 
rake it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, 
rake it up