[Intro: Chop]
You think I wasn't gonna hitcha with somethin' for the strippers?
Money, power, respect, ay, let's get it
[Hook: Chop]
Shawty go-go-get it, up and down that pole
I don't want you to finish, when you take it down low
It's the way she move it and keep it all controlled
She make me wanna give her my dough
The way she climb up on that pole
I'mma throw this cash (throw this money, I'ma throw this money for ya)
She the baddest and she know
Come and get this cash (throw this money, I'ma throw this money for ya)
[Verse 1: Chop]
I wanted her since contact
Thick as f**, thigh tats
Left the stage, buy her back
Paper, I'm supplyin' that
Chillin' with a couple stacks and I'mma make it rain in fact
I'mma make her change her act, come back, where the playas at?
Patron and Goose got me leanin', afterparty got me fiendin'
Lapdances got me thinkin', tryna take her out and beat it
How much money is you seein'? Wouldn't mind doubling it
Feelin' like a n***a dreamin', cause I see her every weekend
I think it's the way that she hit them splits
And she grab that pole when she do that sh**
Shawty a pro, never lose grip
Bad yellow bone, she buku thick
She out this world, I'm too convinced
Ass ridic, it's ludicrous
Of course it's time that I throw those chips
Ass goin' up and down like pogo sticks
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ivan]
She work the pole like she fight fires
Ms. Vicky Secrets, got my mouth wired
Won't say a word to her, let this money talk
Love what she wearin', hope she wear it off
Throw this dirty money, watch her clean it up
Slide down low for me, then she sweep it up
Services, (?)
No mistakes, she do it with no nervousness
And she know just what her purpose is
On my lap till the feelin' surfaces
What happens next depends on perfect moments
Few whispers and a couple mo' shots got me zonin'
She throws it on me, and I'm all on it
The paper ain't enough, she tryna get that bonus
[Hook]