Blac Youngsta, Ty Dolla $ign ft. Chris Brown - Shake It Lyrics

Dolla $ign
(A1, this beat saucy)

Don't be trippin' off no bitch that ain't even yours (no)
Don't be pourin' up my bottles, they ain't even yours (no)
Don't be talking 'bout you ballin', you can't even score (no)
Throw that Murcielago Lamborghini doors (ooh, nana)

Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good (shake it, baby)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good

You got ass shots? Hell nah, what you pay for 'em
I'ma crash out in the lobby, I'ma wait for 'em
In the stash house, clean 'em out, and I ate for 'em
I'm a dark-skinned rich nigga on my Akon shit
My lil' nigga, he a hitter, but he stay calm and shit
Guaranteed I'm running off if I take home them bricks
If that ho ain't making money, it don't make common sense
That lil' ho ain't taking nothing 'less she take home my dick

Don't be trippin' off no bitch that ain't even yours (no)
Don't be pourin' up my bottles, they ain't even yours (no)
Don't be talking 'bout you ballin', you can't even score (no)
Throw that Murcielago Lamborghini doors (ooh, nana)

Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good (shake it, baby)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good

Don't be bringing up my name
don't speak up on me, bitch
Don't follow me, don't hit my line
don't sneak up on me, bitch
You got that pussy for sale, bitch, I ain't buyin' it
Said you want that bag
I ain't taking you to Barney's (yeah, you tried it)
Big facts, .38 got a kickback
I did that, that's why you ain't got your bitch back
Look at me, look at me, in a pimp hat
Cotton candy Cuban link just to mismatch
.40 all on my waist, I'm tryna slide
Then I put that .40 all in his face and shoot a nigga in the eye
They be snitching, building cases, let 'em try
Better warn 'em, California, Breezy and Blac Youngsta

(Ooh, nana)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good (shake it, baby)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good

Don't be trippin' off no bitch that ain't even yours (no)
Don't be pourin' up my bottles, they ain't even yours (no)
Don't be talking 'bout you ballin', you can't even score (no)
Throw that Murcielago Lamborghini doors (ooh, nana)

Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good (shake it, baby)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good

Don't be picking up no shit that you can't afford
I don't hit on my bitch but I beat at yours
I might pull up with them hitters, BET Awards
Plenty ice around my neck but we needed yours
I ain't talking Wiz Khalifa when I say we them boys (ay)
Lamborghini Aventador with them heated doors (skrrt)
Ll Cool J, all I need is love (love)
They pour liquor on your grave but I pee in yours
You know I'm a evil ass nigga and I'm low down (low)
You know I ain't fucking on that bitch 'less she go down (down)
I ain't know that nigga was shiesty as fuck, but I know now (know)
I'm the same nigga that'll bust when it go down, I ain't trippin'

Don't be trippin' off no bitch that ain't even yours (no)
Don't be pourin' up my bottles, they ain't even yours (no)
Don't be talking 'bout you ballin', you can't even score (no)
Throw that Murcielago Lamborghini doors (ooh, nana)

Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good (shake it, baby)
Shake it good, shake it good, shake it good
Shake it good, shake it good