Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll - Shake N Bake lyrics

[Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll - Shake N Bake lyrics]

It goes one for the money
It goes one for the money
And two for the show, yeah
It goes one for the money
And two for the chose, come on!

I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake

220 miles per hour and around the
Track you hear my engine running
Can't cool me down i might as well
You better get up out the road
When you see me comin' i'm from the gutter
A member the CMA her to put the fuckin' games
Took her 10 years to realize
I was white trash
Now I totally embrace it, mane
Going harder than I ever had
I get money every day like sockage tank
I'm a blow that money like Ricky Bobby
And I'm all against the breaks
Like shake n bake
And I'm bout to do whatever it takes to
Get mo cake and eat it too
I'm leading you to the fearest line like
You Jordan the violent eagle food
Tryin' to keep with me and
Jelly Roll a most impossible
Don't try it fool gotta keep it real for the
Friends who don't know
We at least say what we fuckin' do
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the hoes, four for the dro and blow
It's Lil Wyte and I'm out this bitch
Might him with that motherfuckin' hood
Turnin' it on

I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake

I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake

Them hoes talkin bad
They said that I'm a jerk
I came from the bottom
Bitch I feel like Joe Dirk
I'm ridin through my city slow
Swerving catchin bikes
Me and real shake n bake
Call it Talladega nights
Yea it's Fatman Jones bitch
You already know it and that OG white kush
Yea that's what I'm blowin
Bout that cash flow
I think about it every hour i'm an asshole
Livin in the past like Kenny Powers
And I ain't gotta say it
These bitches know my stylo
A great white shark and a ocean full of Nemos
And I got pussy way before I had a groupie
'Cause bitches love me like a Twilight movie

I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
I said one for the money
And two for the chase
The money comin fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake

If you ain't first, you're last
If you ain't first, you're last
If you ain't first, you're last
If you ain't first, you're last

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