Pastor Troy - Get Dat Money Part Ii lyrics

Girls shakin that a** boy (Yeah) Shakin that a** all in yo lil young face n***a (Yall know it's on) Them girls say, "Troy bring another Pop That p**y for us" (Get 'em out them thongs) D.S.G.B. where y'all at? (Ain't nothing but some money in here) Them Down South Georgia Girls (Yall know it's on) Get this money right (Get that money right) Get 'em out them thongs [Chorus] 2x She on her hands and her knees and she workin that a** She on her hands and her knees and she t**n that a** She on her hands and her knees and she shakin that a** Straight poppin that a**, I mean she droppin that a** [Verse 1] Step off in the strip club dead fresh Right in time for the amateur contest Go to the DJ give him bout 500 hundred I got some mo hoe I wanna see how bad you want it Who is this caramel from the A-T-L? You know the business, my dick is hard as hell What you wanna do? Where the V? Where the after P? What you drinkin B? Why don't you come and dance for me? Take it to the ground don't be dancin all nonchalant You don't wanna dance You don't wanna hit my f**in blunt What you really want is the money, you can tell me I'm the consumer, what you got to sell me? I'd rather pay, 'fore you call me everyday Talking out the way because I won't say Where I'm at, or what I do A matter fact Ms. Bree f** you [Chorus] 2x In the V.I.P wit this new chick They say they call her White, White Chocolate Greased up from her motherf**in toes up Went to poppin that a**, had to tell her hold up Droppin hundreds, gettin blunted Cause she super stunted PT tryin to cut White Chocolate what's up? I got the pent house, me and my n***a Red Mouth Round up yo homegirls and then we all can ride out Limo at the do', don't go if you playin hoe Take it to the flo', let me know that you is fo' sho' I ain't wit the games, spendin change I'm a balla I'm a act a b**h when I know I ain't gone call her To all the, n***az in the club spendin cash She on hands and knees, she shakin that a** And shakin it fast, and shakin it faster Make that a** clap for the motherf**in Pastor [Chorus] 2x Aye yo this joint right here is for all my ladies (Yall know it's on) Across the motherf**in nation We do this big baby (Get 'em out them thongs) All the DJ's in the strip club representing that P-Troy sh** (They know it's on) What's up baby we doing this thang big (Get 'em out them thongs) What's up Cacky Lac, what's up Charlotte Ga in this motherf**er, Ga in this motherf**er Gentlemen's club, Boom Boom Room, Boom Boom Room All the strip clubs drop this motherf**in blaze Crank this sh** up, Let's get paid It's going down in a major way What's up TD, what's up Royal, what's up Drama Boy Where they at? Let's ride y'all, let's ride Man it's 4 o'clock in the motherf**ing morning It's 4 o'clock in the damn morning I'm drunk as hell, let's go Take me home