Juicy J ft. Project Pat - Twerk Lyrics

Girl you're hotter than… all
Them hoes modelin'
And I just keep on tippin'
Pourin' out them dollars, and
It's about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off
Anything she can do, you can do better
I don't see nobody here who's better than you
Girl, I love to see you twerk
Love the way you go to work
You be killin' competition ‘cause you
Let it go berserk
Come and get this money, girl, it's yours
I can keep them dollars comin'
They say when it rains it pours
Throwin' money to the ceiling ‘til
It's covering the floor
It's a twerk off, but we know who's winnin'
(you, of course)
Grab some girlfriends and let's synch up
With my partner and them
We can all go to the penthouse and just
Vibe out and put you in the wig
Girl, if you in
Shake it like you'll never shake it again
Take it so deep, I don't know when it end
I know it's no mistake
You should be in first place

Girl you're hotter than… all
Them hoes modelin'
And I just keep on tippin'
Pourin' out them dollars, and
It's about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off

First you gotta pop it
Then you gotta drop it
Even though the haters watchin'
You don't have to stop it
Callin' "murder" ‘cause you killin' when you
Take it to the ceiling
Got me losin' all control when you
Work it on the pole you know you the best
‘cause you gon' do what she won't do
You keep it out the box
Them other chicks be typical
That's why I throw it up
You love how I be tippin' you
Before you start this twerk off, baby
Take that shirt off

Girl you're hotter than… all
Them hoes modelin'
And I just keep on tippin'
Pourin' out them dollars, and
It's about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off
The way she work that pole – it's
Time for her to work mine
And she suck it so good –
I just might go blind
And her ass is fat – damn that chick so fine
She okay in the face but Beyonce from behind
She clapped her ass for cheese
‘cause my chips stackin' like Pringles
I'm rich and I'm single
Blowin' twenty-thousand in singles
Baddest chick you've never seen before
I make it rain, they clean the floor
I throw a stack, she come and
Get it, I'll throw some more
I'm not goin' broke
Booty like no other – she
Get it from her mother
Throwin' bands in the club
Smokin' more than Chris Tucker
Weed naps and weed raps, I can't stop
No relapse
Nothin' but models, trippin' on molly
Take ‘em back to the crib
And continue the party

Girl you're hotter than… all
Them hoes modelin'
And I just keep on tippin'
Pourin' out them dollars, and
It's about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off