Get Dat Money Part Ii Lyrics - Face Off 2 - Pastor Troy

Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah) 

Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga 

(Yall know it's on) 

Them girls say, "Troy bring another 

Pop That Pussy for us" 

(Get 'em out them thongs) 

D.S.G.B. where y'all at? 

(Ain't nothing but some money in here) 

Them Down South Georgia Girls 

(Yall know it's on) 

Get this money right (Get that money right) 

Get 'em out them thongs 

[Chorus] 2x 

She on her hands and her knees and she workin that ass 

She on her hands and her knees and she twerkin that 

ass 

She on her hands and her knees and she shakin that ass 

Straight poppin that ass, I mean she droppin that ass 

[Verse 1] 

Step off in the strip club dead fresh 

Right in time for the amateur contest 

Go to the DJ give him bout 500 hundred 

I got some mo hoe I wanna see how bad you want it 

Who is this caramel from the A-T-L? 

You know the business, my dick is hard as hell 

What you wanna do? Where the V? 

Where the after P? What you drinkin B? 

Why don't you come and dance for me? 

Take it to the ground don't be dancin all nonchalant 

You don't wanna dance 

You don't wanna hit my fuckin blunt 

What you really want is the money, you can tell me 

I'm the consumer, what you got to sell me? 

I'd rather pay, 'fore you call me everyday 

Talking out the way because I won't say 

Where I'm at, or what I do 

A matter fact Ms. Bree fuck you 

[Chorus] 2x 

In the V.I.P wit this new chick 

They say they call her White, White Chocolate 

Greased up from her motherfuckin toes up 

Went to poppin that ass, had to tell her hold up 

Droppin hundreds, gettin blunted 

Cause she super stunted 

PT tryin to cut 

White Chocolate what's up? 

I got the pent house, me and my nigga Red Mouth 

Round up yo homegirls and then we all can ride out 

Limo at the do', don't go if you playin hoe 

Take it to the flo', let me know that you is fo' sho' 

I ain't wit the games, spendin change I'm a balla 

I'm a act a bitch when I know I ain't gone call her 

To all the, niggaz in the club spendin cash 

She on hands and knees, she shakin that ass 

And shakin it fast, and shakin it faster 

Make that ass clap for the motherfuckin Pastor 

[Chorus] 2x 

Aye yo this joint right here is for all my ladies 

(Yall know it's on) 

Across the motherfuckin nation 

We do this big baby (Get 'em out them thongs) 

All the DJ's in the strip club representing 

that P-Troy shit (They know it's on) 

What's up baby we doing this thang big 

(Get 'em out them thongs) 

What's up Cacky Lac, what's up Charlotte 

Ga in this motherfucker, Ga in this motherfucker 

Gentlemen's club, Boom Boom Room, Boom Boom Room 

All the strip clubs drop this motherfuckin blaze 

Crank this shit up, Let's get paid 

It's going down in a major way 

What's up TD, what's up Royal, what's up Drama Boy 

Where they at? Let's ride y'all, let's ride 

Man it's 4 o'clock in the motherfucking morning 

It's 4 o'clock in the damn morning 

I'm drunk as hell, let's go 

Take me home