T-Pain - Make That Shit Work (Lyrics)

I lay the hammer down

I'ma build a whole house on that ass, I swear

Tell her its hammer time

Cause I'm from Tallahassee and you know we get nasty out here

Now when we swervin' in the [?], you know we makin' it chirp

You almost made me spill this jack on this ten dollar shirt

Shawty, tell me when you and your friend get out of work

Cause all these other bitches just pretending to twerk

[Pre-Hook: T-Pain]

Im'a about to unload on a bitch

Baby let me see you get low a bit

Drink that wine get low on the hips (too fast)

Take it slow on the dick

[Hook: T-Pain & Juicy J]

Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm making it work

How you fit all that cake in that skirt?

I'm whippin' on that ass like I'm making this hurt

Waterguns, I be makin' it squirt

Walk up 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 that shit work, make that shit work (x2)

Hop up on a dick you better make that shit work

I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that shit work

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Her booty unbelievable

Tryin' to describe it but my crew just don't believe me

And if she ain't workin' for the premium

Im'a stuck it on the side like a motherfuckin' TV

I'ma beast I do this shit in reality nigga

If she fuck with me she fuck with bestiality nigga

I got her working, got her working, losing calories nigga

She don't fuck with you cause she knows that your swag ain't official

Hundred dollars at a time

Drop that pussy on a dime

Make it clap to the baseline

Boom bap wind chime

[Pre-Hook: T-Pain]

Im'a about to unload on a bitch

Baby let me see you get low a bit

Drink that wine get low on the hips (too fast)

Take it slow on the dick

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

God damn 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, made me come get it

You are my thing, I might end the please

Lame ass niggas 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 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 doin' 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

[Pre-Hook: T-Pain]

Im'a about to unload on a bitch

Baby let me see you get low a bit

Drink that wine get low on the hips (too fast)

Take it slow on the dick