Maracas

Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Shake that ass it don't make no sense
You moving that like you want me to pay your rent
Back and forth you throwing it like Mookie Betts
I'm bout to put away the 1's and start throwing 10's
I peeped from 'cross the room
Oh why, oh my
It ain't tricking if you got it
What you want me to buy
Old offer, I'm really not a cliche guy
But you got an onion booty and I'm bout to peel you
Let me get to know you, I really want to feel you
I'm lying, but anything to have a little time
If this rhyme ain't enough to let me clap them cheeks
Then don't let me stop you from shaking to this beat
(Boy what?)
Just playing I'm back
I'm tryna look you in the eyes but that ass if fat
If you say you don't like it then I'll leave you alone
That's what I thought, put me in your phone
At home you can shake it like a maraca
But right now what you mean
I'm that nigga from your dreams
And you in your own league
Even on your own team
But this built up energy
Causes all of this tension
I would be your vice
You my muse? Is the question
I really dig your life and I'm feeling this connection
Let's keep it offline don't have me in your mentions
I want to get to know every inch of dimension
If anyone asks then tell them this is a friendship
Get your redemption
This life is expensive
It's hard to remember if you're not perfection
But I can't forget that ass moving every direction
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Your baby daddy gon be mad
See you twerking on Jax
See you touching on Jax, fuck around
See you fucking on Jax, turn around
Shake that ass
Make that cash
Shake that ass
Make that cash
My women chocolate, laid out topless
Legs like maracas, posing in stockings
I can't pass on it, my name ain't Stockton
Let me see ya, see ya
Let me see ya pop it
Don't be civil
When I fuck I make her sing
Just need an instrumental
Make it shake baby, make it shake like Tina
Turn her ass over go onomatopoeia
Bang, bang, bang
Cast a spell like Akeelah
Drank, drank, drank
All we drank is tequila
You ain't never met a nigga this vicious
You ain't never met a nigga this ambitious
Only hit once, make her text "I miss ya"
I look like cursive, you look like scribble
I don't need a lot of titty, I just need a little
I don't need a lot of booty, but it better jiggle
Let me see you make it jiggle
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
Make it shake, make it shake like maracas
Make it shake, make it shake, make it shake
(Make it shake, make it shake)
(Make it shake, make it shake)