Juicy J - She Twerkin (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Cash Out] See me grabbin' on my tooly She told him smack her on the booty She say I got too many hoes She say I got too many shows But she t**n' (8x) [Verse 1: Juicy J] Shawty gon' toss that p**y at me like an alley-oop There's some b**hes in this club, but ain't none as bad as you With an a** as fat as yours, watch me make it thunder storm Flyer than a G-6, come on shawty come aboard You deserve an award or a trophy, I ain't jokin' Looking at it from the front and I can see that a** pokin' Out your dress, thirty minutes have you coming out your dress Spend a one night stand with me, make you change your address Get it on the first night, baby, I ain't here to judge Say you want that dope dick, I can be your plug We can get it in this club, we can get it in the whip First you gotta show them lips if you tryna get a tip [Verse 2: Cash Out] It's some big booty b**hes in the building, ooh-wee The way she clap her hands, the way she clap her booty And I'm like “oh my God Becky, look at her bu*t” Got called the trashman ‘cause she got some junk in her trunk She put that arch in her back, she started throwing it back You know I'm watching it wiggle, I let her grab on my missile She say I'm f**ing tonight, she let me know it's official The way she sluprin' and t**n' she might just get her a Birkins [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] Grabbing on that tooly, smackin' on that booty I told her “twerk” she say “why” I say “why? because I'm Boosie” I walked off in that club, walked up and I approached her First she say I was a dog, now she t**n' up in my Rover Surfing up in my Rover, showing off like she supposed to She ain't have to tell me smack her a**, I smacked it ‘fore she told me Got too many hoes, I'm loaded, she twerk on the pole so perfect Sa**y mouth every time she talk, but she show me that she worth it Twerk [Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign] She twerk it, she twerk, dropping that a** all the way to the dirt You know she bad t**n' it all in my pants, t**n' it all in my shirt Aww f**, say she got a man, I'm like “so what?” Toot it up for a real one with a million, oh yeah (okay) I got her on that D'Usse Told her pop that oochie coochie, smack her on the booty Do it for the Vine, do it for the dollar sign Pull them panties to the side, girl don't sigh [Hook] [Verse 5: Kid Ink] She t**n', go ‘head, don't be nervous Club hot, it's the furnace, I know your feet hurtin' In them heels, so high, no lie for certain Get away from them squares and throw that in a circle See me grabbing on the booty, my goonies got the tooly Said it's Kid Ink, baby, who the f** is you confusing? Bust it, bust it, bust it down bust it bus side of the Bendo Used to be my old ho, now she acting brand new Shawty from the hood, tell from her tattoo Both sides go up, I just call her Lambo Left, right, l-left, right I hit that Tina Ike She drop down and twerk it and now I see the light [Hook]