Big K.R.I.T., Ludacris, K Camp - Shake 'Em Off lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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