Lloyd - Twerk Off lyrics

[Hook: Lloyd] 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 [Verse 1: Lloyd] 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 k**in’ 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) [Bridge: Llyod] 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 [Hook: Lloyd] [Verse 2: Lloyd] 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 k**in’ 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 [Bridge: Llyod] [Hook: Lloyd] [Verse 3: Juicy J] The way she work that pole – it’s time for her to work mine And she s** it so good – I just might go blind And her a** is fat – damn that chick so fine She okay in the face but Beyonce from behind She clapped her a** 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 [Hook: Lloyd]