Big K.R.I.T. - Shake 'Em Off lyrics

[Produced by Big KRIT] [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke n***as These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er [Verse 1: Big KRIT] These n***as out here trippin' Hit the strip club, n***as ain't tippin' I don't hang with them kind of motherf**ers When you see me in the spot, we be clubbin' Poppin' bottle after bottle with my kin' I've been f**ing with my people to the end Get a Bentley, a Beamer and a Benz Don't be playin' if you ain't tryna' win These broke n***as, hoes and these lames They f**in' up the game These hoe n***as, police and these lames They f**in' up the game - All these [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke n***as These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er [Verse 2: K Camp] These hoes flexin' on the p**y Bought it off the lot and now they lookin' Forgiatos on them damn exotics It's ironic, I'm still blowing on that chronic Move like sonic It's a lot of bad b**hes in the building And they all want to f** a G Still remaining s**er free Shoutout KRIT, he f** with me He be on that country sh** I be on that cool wave Hunnids in a suitcase Play the game like 2k n***a, f** what you say Clean like a new fade Fresh like a school day Ho', just play your part n***a, play your part No he wasn't real, he been flexin' from the start They call me Wave, aye [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke n***as These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er [Verse 3: Ludacris] Now, phony b**hes, get the hell off my phone I'm sittin' on some millions, you still sittin' on chrome Your bank account is crying cause it's missing all these commas Seven series Beamer, still livin' with yo' mama Ain't enough designer shades in the game for you to see There'll never be a pimp type, light skin, player muthaf**a like me I'm a G, and I'm a tipper We never smoke none of the same grades Drank none of the same liquor We're not f**ing same b**hes, not slapping the same a**es Eating the same foods or paying the same taxes Driving the same cars or shop at the same places When you bend yo' girl over she don't make the same faces Motherf**er [Hook: Big KRIT] All these broke n***as These lames, these hoes and gold diggers Gotta shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em off, shake 'em off Shake 'em like a motherf**er