On “Rake It Up,” both Nicki Minaj and Yo Gotti talk about their rap lifestyles and how to handle rap feuds. Nicki also addresses her beef with Remy Ma—the day before the song dropped, Nicki tweeted:

I love… Read More [Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]

Ear Drummers

30, you a fool for this one

Ah, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what's up?

Young Money

Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63's

Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I tell all my hoes rake it up

Break it down, bag it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up, fuck it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up, rake it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

I tell all my hoes (What?), rake it up

Break it down, bag it up (Bag it up, bag it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I made love to a stripper (Stripper), first I had to tip her (Frr)

Twenty thousand ones (Woo), she say I'm that nigga (I am)

I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it)

I come with bad weather, they say I'm a storm (Ayy)

VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain

I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame

I'm in Philippe Chow (What?), I got a Patek on (Okay)

Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (Frr)

She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

She don't need makeup (Makeup)

She gon' rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up)

She gon' tell a nigga pay her (Pay her)

She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (Pay)

Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (Wait)

Asked God to forgive me (Why?)

'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I tell all my hoes rake it up

Break it down, bag it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up, fuck it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up, rake it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

I tell all my hoes (What?), rake it up

Break it down, bag it up (Bag it up, bag it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna

Brought the Wraith to Chyna just to race in China

Lil' bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China

Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (Woo)

I tell all my niggas (Yo), cut the check (Cut the check)

Buss it down, turn your goofy down (Down) pound

I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (Splits)

I'm a bad bitch, I'ma throw fits on it (Fits)

I'ma bust it open, I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (Ditz)

I don't date honey (No), cookie on tsunami (Oh)

All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (Oh)

I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me

Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie

Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti

A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough

Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold

Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole (Grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I tell all my hoes rake it up

Break it down, bag it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up, fuck it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up, rake it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

I tell all my hoes (What?), rake it up

Break it down, bag it up (Bag it up, bag it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too $hort]

Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about

All these gossipin' ass niggas got my name in they mouth

I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too

They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do

You a (Beitch) and ya bitch should expose you

All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do

You a (Beitch) word to my nigga $hort

We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court

(Beitch) We don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin'

We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target

We don't do no rumors (Rumors) we don't don't pay no shooters (Brrr)

You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (Yeah)

You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar

You a (Beitch) and he a (Beitch) and y'all like twin sisters

Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us

Ya boyfriend actin' like a (Beitch) then why you still with him?

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I tell all my hoes rake it up

Break it down, bag it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up, fuck it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up, rake it up)

Back it up, back it up (Back it up, back it up)

I tell all my hoes (What?), rake it up

Break it down, bag it up (Bag it up, bag it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rake it up, rake it up (Rake it up)