(BTK)
Yea, step up in the club faded lookin for some love
See a fine little freak must be sent from up above
While Im shoving her behind she be grinding on my lap
Finger nails diggin scratching all over my lower back
Throwin dollar after dollar but the stripper gives it back
Fictional no this a fact, biting singles from her rack
She so addicted to this kid like a Newport pack
Im V.I.P., S.O.D. Armani Im Mr. Black

(Kash D)
They call me Kash Rothsteen, my style just be so mean
Bad bitch approaching, she prolly a coke fiend
I roll up some more green, get another cup of goose
Let loose baby girl I wanna see that big caboose
If I aint throwing money then you better get to stepping
No need for second guessing, player shit what I be repping
You a tall glass of water g-string no top
Shake it for me keep it coming baby girl don’t stop

(Chorus)
So come on pretty lady let me see what you can do
Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl
You know how l like it girl just let me see you move
Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl
We popping champagne till the whole night is through
Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl
You rolling with the Saint’s so we breaking all the rules
Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl

(Kash D)
Wanna take you home with me but the night has just begun
Already three bottles deep, time to get another one
Sorry hun, but them tassles on titty lookin wack
Matter fact, turn ya ass around and let me see it clap

(BTK)
Fall back, it’s a wrap, tryna get a lapdance
She tryna take me to that private room and lick up on my pants
Enhance the visual for a little more cheddar
I take a seat she up and down all over me on that leather

(Kash D)
Never ever see us leaving alone we roll deep
Four freaks in bikini’s my life is just so sweet
Ghetto bitch riding on me she grillin with gold teeth
So what I like’em dirty from skinny to obese

(BTK)
Bring’em back to the spot, latch on they wont release
Buying extravagant gifts, look at these nike sneaks
They bought and paid for by suffering chumps asking pretty please
And they coming to my spot, dancing to their knee’s

(Chorus)


Shake it for me (shake it for me)
Give it up (give it up)
Saints on deck we don’t give a fuck (what what)
Shake it for me (shake it for me)
Give it up (give it up)
Saints on deck we don’t give a fuck (yea)

(Chorus)