C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                      A  
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
C#m                      A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
C#m
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
C#m
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I'm that nigga (I am)
C#m
I said I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
C#m
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I'm a storm (aye)
C#m
VVS in my chum, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain
C#m
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
C#m
I'm a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
C#m
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
C#m
She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up, she don't need makeup (makeup)
C#m
She gon' rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
C#m
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
C#m
Ask God to forgive me (why) 'cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                      A  
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
C#m                      A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
C#m
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
C#m
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
C#m
Lil' bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
C#m
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
C#m
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
C#m
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
C#m
I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I'm a bad bitch, I'ma throw fits on it (fits)
C#m
I'ma bust it open, I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
C#m
I don't date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
C#m
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
C#m
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
C#m
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
C#m
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
C#m
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
C#m
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
C#m
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                      A  
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
C#m                      A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
C#m
Well, I'm the dough boy, the one they talking about
C#m
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
C#m
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
C#m
They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do
C#m
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
C#m
All that pillow talking nigga that's what the hoes do
C#m
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
C#m
We won't never write no statement, we ain't showing up in court
C#m
We don't do no gossiping, we don't do no arguing
C#m
We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target
C#m
We don't do no rumors, we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr)
C#m
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
C#m
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
C#m
You a bitch and he a bitch and y'all like twin sisters
C#m
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
C#m
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                  A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                       A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                      A  
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
C#m                  A  
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
C#m                     A  
Break it down, back it up
C#m                     A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
C#m                      A  
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up