Artist: T-Pain f/ Juicy J
Album:  Stoicville: The Phoenix
Song:   Make That Shit Work
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: T-Pain]
Ohhh (make that shit work)
Woo, Pizzle! (make that shit work)
Heh, who else?! (make that shit work)

{"Mustard on the beat, ho!"}

[T-Pain]
I lay the hammer down
I'ma build a whole house on that ass, oh I swear
Tell her it's hammer time
Cause I'm from Tallahassee and you know we get nasty out here
Now when we swervin in the 'llac you know we makin it jerk
You almost made me spill this 'gnac up on this ten dollar shirt
Shawty, tell me when you and your friend get off work
Cause all these other bitches just pretendin to twerk
I'm about to unload on a bitch (load on a bitch)
Baby let me see you get low a lil' bit
Dutty wine, dutty wine, keep rollin them hips
Too fast, too fast, take it slow a lil' bit
Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm makin it work
How you fit all of that cake in that skirt?
Put a whippin on that ass like I'm makin dessert
Water guns, I be makin it squirt
So holla at me bitch!

[Chorus: Juicy J + T-Pain]
W-w-walk off in this bitch, you better make that shit work
I'm throwin hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work
And when you hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work
Make-make that shit work, make-make that shit work (oh yeahhhh, oh yeah)
Hop-hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work
Make-make that shit work, make-make that shit work (oh yeahhhh, oh yeah)
Hop-hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work
I'm throwin hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work

[T-Pain]
Ohhhh, huh, her booty unbelieving (booty unbelieving)
Tryin to describe it but my crew just don't believe me (crew just don't believe me)
And if she ain't workin for the freebie
I'ma slap it on the side like a muh'fuckin TV
I'm a beastie, I do this shit in reality nigga
If she fuck with me she fuck with beastiality nigga
I got her workin, got her workin, losin calories nigga
She don't fuck with you cause she know that your swag ain't official
Hundred dollars at a time (hundred dollars at a time)
Drop that pussy on a dime (drop that pussy, drop it)
Make it clap to the bassline (b-b-bass bass bass)
Boom, clap, WIND CHIME! I ain't lyin
When I come up in this bitch you know I make that shit work
How you fit all of that cake in that skirt?
Put a whippin on that ass like I'm makin dessert
Water guns, I be makin it squirt
So holla at me bitch!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Goddamn shawty where you get that ass at?
Make a nigga hit it twice, had to backtrack
Hit it three times, she in love with it
Shawty hike that ass up, let me come get it
You know I'ma aim, I'ma aim to please
Lame ass niggaz can't hang with a G
Ass and them titties what your boy came to see
The club ain't got enough change for me
And-and you know I'm gone off a pill, not that Tylenol
If the bitch ain't eatin dick she might as well starve
Shoot movies in the bed, she gon' play her part
Cause when it come to givin brain she gon' play it smart
We throwin George Washington's, them fives and them tens
Twenties, fifties, color money Benjamins
Throw that bread, tell her momma she gon' be your best friend
But that bitch ain't in love, she just tryin to get them M's

[Chorus]