Shake 'Em Off

[Produced by Big KRIT] [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke niggas These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker [Verse 1: Big KRIT] These niggas out here trippin' Hit the strip club, niggas ain't tippin' I don't hang with them kind of motherfuckers When you see me in the spot, we be clubbin' Poppin' bottle after bottle with my kin' I've been fucking with my people to the end Get a Bentley, a Beamer and a Benz Don't be playin' if you ain't tryna' win These broke niggas, hoes and these lames They fuckin' up the game These hoe niggas, police and these lames They fuckin' up the game - All these [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke niggas These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker [Verse 2: K Camp] These hoes flexin' on the pussy Bought it off the lot and now they lookin' Forgiatos on them damn exotics It's ironic, I'm still blowing on that chronic Move like sonic It's a lot of bad bitches in the building And they all want to fuck a G Still remaining sucker free Shoutout KRIT, he fuck with me He be on that country shit I be on that cool wave Hunnids in a suitcase Play the game like 2k Nigga, fuck what you say Clean like a new fade Fresh like a school day Ho', just play your part Nigga, play your part No he wasn't real, he been flexin' from the start They call me Wave, aye [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke niggas These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker [Verse 3: Ludacris] Now, phony bitches, get the hell off my phone I'm sittin' on some millions, you still sittin' on chrome Your bank account is crying cause it's missing all these commas Seven series Beamer, still livin' with yo' mama Ain't enough designer shades in the game for you to see There'll never be a pimp type, light skin, player muthafucka like me I'm a G, and I'm a tipper We never smoke none of the same grades Drank none of the same liquor We're not fucking same bitches, not slapping the same asses Eating the same foods or paying the same taxes Driving the same cars or shop at the same places When you bend yo' girl over she don't make the same faces Motherfucker [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke niggas These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherfucker