Shake Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
She got ass, she got class
When we jump in the new whip, I do the dash
When she hear her favorite song, she gon' shake her ass
But when sh*t get serious, she come out with that cash
Eh I love me a badass b*tch, that's a boss
We one and the same, baby, we gon' hit it off
Run back to the table, we don't care about no loss
When I board a plain, only time I'm taking off
[?] when we ball, we gotta look nice
If I want it, I'ma grab it, I don't look twice
Some days I just buy it, I don't look at the price
Make b*tches hurt they eyes, looking at my ice
It's your lucky day, girl, [?] on the dice
[?] fat ass, that's my only type
n*gga don't like me, I must have hit his ho
Everybody b*tch getting hit, when the sh*t get slow
n*gga, I got four or five rings on
[?] when I board the plain
Even though I got a lot [?]
Can play with my b*tch for you play with my name
[?]
Low down dirty shame
My n*gga from the bay, went and cashed out [?]
n*ggas keep talking 'bout they broke, n*gga, do something
I fly to your town and middle man you something
I take n*ggas' cities over, like the [?]
30 in the clip, I got one in the chamber
Run up [?] must want your life in danger
All Redgy Millers in that motherf*cking rangler
Huh, rocking [?]
They [?] in a suit, like a best man
n*gga, ain't no copping plees, ain't no just playing
Oh, you standing on that sh*t? I was just saying
Money on the floor, money on the table
Shake down, don't nothing move but the paper
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
sh*t, don't nothing move but the paper
High as hell, I just took some shrooms and poured an eighter
I heard you made your 13th, congradulations
Success came with hard work and pationts
We at the top floor, I remember being in my mama basement
A hundred M's or more what we chasing
No cap
I wake up early in the morning, get to shipping
Crack a pint, pour four more and get to sipping
Don't give a f*ck 'bout them other n*ggas, b*tch, we stand on business
Blue and gold money, [?] intches
A.P. [?], another body gone
When you struggling and going through some sh*t, you not alone
Got my ass up out that [?] got some boes and grabbed some [?]
Look at me now, now a days, ghty gotta pay me for a song
This sh*t real life, I just beat her doonies down, she acting real trife
sh*t, I was waiting on that day I could cop real ice
Now the whips [?] come in real nice
Broke, I sell pints
30 on me now, and I ain't bragging at all
I make that sh*t right back, so I spent half at the mall
Every day I'm tryna live life, sh*t, we be having a ball
And we got them tirky bags in, and we ain't taxing at all
Yeah, come and get this sh*t
33 hanging out the Glock, looking like a pixi stick
I never settle for another pick me b*tch
I asked for 20, and he sent me 6
I gotta stay up in the booth, that's gon' get me rich
Interfearing with my pape, that's gon' get him hit
Cashing out on what I want, I don't penny pintch
Eh Lou, when you done [?] song, bro, send me this