Shake

[Trina] [Lil Scrappy] (spoken)

Yep! (G's up) Ha, ha, I'm back!

(Trina, Trina, aww)

That's right

I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up

[Hook]

Shake the shake with it

Shake the shake with it

Shake the shake with it

Don't be fake with it

Shake the shake with it

Shake the shake with it (Lil Scrappy!)

Shake the shake with it

Don't be fake with it (shake it!)

[Trina]

Titties sit right ass sit better

I'm mean in the thong behind this wooden leather

You can catch me South Beach in the drop top Carerra

In the middle of somebody dance floor like whatever, drop!

I keep it hood for you baby

Cause on the down-low mama know what's good for you baby

(What's good for me babe?)

Bottle of Henny for ya, me in a mini for ya

Show you some love, that's if I got any for ya

I could make it from the dollars to the pennies for ya

Back to back it it up and then I bend it for ya

But I don't come cheap

So you gotta break Trina off if you really want the right young freak

Pussy good, couple pumps, skeet skeet

But first I need that new Bentley

It should be a crime being this fine

And I get what I want I let 'em see it from behind, oh!

[Chorus]

Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!)

Want me to do my little dance for ya?

Okay, kay, kay

Want me to do my little dance for ya?

Make it clap like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay!)

Okay, kay, kay, kay

Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!)

Want me to do my little dance for ya?

Okay, kay kay

Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay!)

Make it clap like my hands for ya (Shake it, shake it!)

[Trina]

Hair stay fixed, nails stay fixed

Keep niggas hotter than project grits

Paparazzi wanna know if I'm gay

Well I'm the reason why Shaq came to M-I-A [laughter]

Drop it like it's low your old man would of fainted on me

Maybe because the jeans look like they was hangin' on me

And my shoe game oh so vicious

I'm what your taste buds need cause I'm so delicious

Diamond Princess, how could you forget this?

Slip-N-Slide Records and the hood be my witness

I'm the baddest thing walkin' the block

And you the saddest thing stalkin' the cop

I'm Miss 305, butter pecan thighs

Pretty brown eyes in the 745 you could keep up with me

I'm the Diamond Mami drinkin' from a gold bottle

Grown women say I'm they role model, swallow that!

[Chorus]

[Trina]

Now where my real bitches at that be takin' it off

And keep them playas straight breakin' 'em off

That's how you do that there

And Trina won't lie to ya

And sugarcoat it and it's fly to ya

It's like smokin' on a crib, lightin' up a dib

Poppin' one and puttin' some of me up on your lips, on your lips

And I ain't no better high than me baby

Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby

Purses and shoes by Louie, Gucci

All from the pretty face and ghetto booty

What you want baby?

For me and you to do a porn baby

And tell you to beat it 'til the morn baby

I'm extra sexual and intellectual

Could do us both, just so professional

And I could wobbly on it

And take my phone calls like you can't bother me on it

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Lil Scrappy] [Trina]

Okay, kay, kay, kay

I keep it good for you baby

Cause on the down low mama know what's good for you baby, unh

I keep it good for you baby

Cause on the down low mama know what's good for you baby

Okay, kay, kay, kay

And ain't no better high than me baby

Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby, come on

And ain't no better high than me baby

Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby