Rock ft. 9ho$t Lyrics

Go on, shake that

Go on, shake that shit

Go on, shake it, bitch

Go on, make that shit

Go on, bounce a bih

Up and down it bih

She on timin yea,

Cuz it's diamonds, yeah

My money gon', uh

My money gon' twerk,

I pop me a perk

pst,

I'm gon' berserk,

I'm a real sturdy

A nigga from Jersey

She jackin' the swag

Uh, she bouncin' that ass

I'm throwin' the cash

I'm stackin' my racks,

It's all in the bag

I'm back in my bag

Now rock, rock,

Them hips and shit

Don't stop, nah,

won't miss that bitch

Now cha, cha

(WHAT'S IN THIS STUFF)

I'm smokin' that za

Shorty bad, she a dancer

She tatted it up, she a cancer

I'm lost in that bitch body

That nigga can't find the answer

Nah, baby, don't pass me

Don't you know I'm freakin' nasty

I like it when you get ratchet

I love it when you get classy

Now rock, rock, rock

Now shake it

Tryna dick you down two times

Tryna get your ass naked

If I want it, I'ma take it

You know I be lost in your body

Con klk, baby

Bring that ass over here, my mami

Now shake it,

Shake it

Shake it, do it fast

You know I'm gettin' green

You know I'm countin' cash

Go on, shake it for me

Go up and down the pole

You know I'm sippin'

You know I'm pourin 4's

I'm a Florida nigga,

I be throwin' fours

Bitches call me ghost, I swear to God I do the most

Now rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock them hips

Don't stop, stop, stop, stop

Go on, rock it