Make That Shit Work Lyrics | T Pain

Make That Shit Work Song Lyrics
Make That Shit Work by T-Pain 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 b**ches just pretending to twerk
[Pre-Hook: T-Pain]
Im'a about to unload on a b**ch
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 b**ch 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 b**ch you better make that sh*t work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that sh*t work
And when you hop up on a dick you better make that sh*t work Make that sh*t work, make that sh*t work (x2)
Hop up on a dick you better make that sh*t work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that sh*t 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 motherf**kin' TV
I'ma beast I do this sh*t in reality nigga
If she f**k with me she f**k with bestiality nigga
I got her working, got her working, losing calories nigga
She don't f**k 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 b**ch
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 b**ch 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 b**ch ain't in love she just tryin' to get them M's
[Pre-Hook: T-Pain]
Im'a about to unload on a b**ch
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