Baha Bank$ – Shake Dat A$$ (ft. Chance The Rapper) (Audio, Lyrics)

Baha Bank$ - Shake Dat A$$ (ft. Chance The Rapper) (prod. ChaseRanItUp)

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Baha Bank$ is back with a new jam titled “Shake Dat A$$” featuring Chance The Rapper. Listen, stream buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the ChaseRanItUp-produced song.

Baha Bank$ Shake Dat A$$
Baha Bank$ Shake Dat A$$

Chance The Rapper on a strip club track… After The Big Day, many of us thought we would never see the day. Doesn’t he love his wife and only his wife?

Baha Bank$ has been getting lots of looks out of Chicago. In her own words, she dropped one song and started getting calls from major labels. That’s a pretty dope feat but, as you know, women are currently running rap so it only makes sense.

Her latest musical offering is titled “Shake Dat A$$” and, as you likely predicted just by seeing the name, it’s a strip club banger. While there’s nothing revolutionary happening here, Baha and Chance come through with one for those that have been fiending for some extra booty-shaking music. The beat is simple but allows both artists room to try new things.

Baha Bank$ – Shake Dat A$$ (ft. Chance The Rapper) (prod. ChaseRanItUp)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, run that shit up, Chase

[Verse 1: BAHA BANK$]
He say he want pussy, I need green, Louis V
Diamond rings, new Supreme, Balmain jeans, some VVs
Dior bags, popping tags, make a nigga spend his last
Got his baby mama mad, she never had him like I had
I got him out here wildin’
Hop on a lear, he change my climate
Body banging, got low mileage
Pussy wet drip like an island
Riding my wave got him sick
[?] my next bitch
He got a bag, might make him trick
Hold on tight, bitch, get a grip

[Chorus: BAHA BANK$ & Chance the Rapper]
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
He gon’ blow a bag, make a nigga spend that cash
Gon’ shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass (Yeah)
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
He gon’ blow a bag, make a nigga spend that cash (Igh)
Gon’ shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass (Chance the Rapper, ahh)

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Bentley through the lowend, Tesla through the hundreds (Skrrt)
We just fucked up oceans, who just threw them hundreds
That’s my crazy cousin, he just get to bustin’
I would rather talk but they don’t like the school, hey
Throw that left cheek on the beat, let me beat
Let me find out you a freak
Let me find out that you like me for me
Kiss on the cheek, oh, that’s so sweet (Sweet)
That big ol’ wagon that you draggin’, make it split then make it flip
Then make it moonwalk, Micheal Jackson, make it do something poetic
Starts the clappin’, I bought Birkins off of backends
He got Nordstroms out the rack and I got Nordstrom through the back
[?] that ass, make it fly, take that pussy, make it fly
Teach my cash how to fly, I just threw a PS5
I got twenty more verses, I just broke ’em down in fives
If it’s little, shake them legs, shake them calves, shake them thighs, I don’t care

[Chorus: BAHA BANK$]
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
He gon’ blow a bag, make a nigga spend that cash
Gon’ shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass

[Verse 3: BAHA BANK$]
He asked, “What’s your sign?” A dollar sign, show me nine (Inches)
Figures, nigga, I don’t want that dick, lil’ nigga
If you ain’t talking cash, nigga, I’ma have to pass
If I wanted to lay up, nigga, I would call your dad
Cash me out, take me shopping
You wanna see this pussy poppin’
Well then, nigga, give me options
If I want it, better cop it
Overseas, I need the tropics
You don’t ever catch me out on [?]
I don’t want them little Gucci sandals all these bitches be coppin’
I need big bags, Birkin make ’em big mad
Ain’t seen no nigga I can’t have
Bitch, all my exes still sad
Securus calls like ten times
Lil’ nigga, your ass declined
Bitch, don’t hit my line reminiscing, I don’t rewind
This bitch don’t want no beef with me
Can’t keep up in these streets with me
Her ass been rappin’ like six years
One track, labels wan’ meet with me
Guess I got the sauce
Big bank got hoes tryna cross me
That nigga don’t even claim your kids, lil’ bitch, you out here salty

[Chorus: BAHA BANK$]
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
He gon’ blow a bag, make a nigga spend that cash
Gon’ shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
Shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass
He gon’ blow a bag, make a nigga spend that cash
Gon’ shake that ass, girl, shake that, shake that ass

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