Clappers

Aye grab that bag Whole lotta cash What you gone do for it Shake some ass First place Dont come in last Say thats yo baby momma Runnin up them commas And we aint for the drama We gone blast Left cheek right cheek She gone make that booty move fast Make it rain in this bitch She might just get my last Whole lotta clappers Whole lotta clapping She make that booty jiggle Just like magic Girl make that back break Make them thighs shake That junk all in yo trunk Look what yo momma made Clap One clap two clap clap One clap two clap clap Like how you do that Clap Clap Clap One clap two clap clap Hold Up Bitch One clap two clap clap Hold Up Bitch Like how you do dat Clap Clap Clap Aye This for the clappers This for the clappers I like ratchet hoes Cause they fuck faster Clubgodzilla I got money Like four pastors I like a bougie hoe That talk proper but she nasty Rocky Montana Bring that shit back Bitch throw that cat Damn her shit fat Aye touch ya toes Pop it pop it Yo baby daddy a hater He work at sonic Club God I got all the hoes She got a good job But she a freak nobody knows She be fuckin me While her nigga at his job This nigga work at sonic His life already hard Booty clapping broad Round of applause This for them clappers With the clappers Im my daddy son I'm still a bastard Bottles popping The club rocking Whole lotta ones Going up and they aint stopping You got a booty like a substitute teacher Put some respect on that booty like Aretha Is it real Let me pinch it Snap that booty On my story with the peaches Big ol bubble booty Big ol jungle booty I hop out a Benz with it I hope yo friend with you Might let yo friend get it That ass a 10 with it Imma talk to God bout it That ass it got me sinning Gucci my shoes Gucci my bitch Gucci my nigga Gucci my drip Pop out of it You aint on shit Slime my shooter Gone shoot out the whip I love yo lips Spit on the tip I love yo head Spit up my drip Chanel yo bag Chanel yo kicks Got a big ol ass And uhh big ol tits Aye grab that bag Whole lotta cash What you gone do for it Shake some ass First place Dont come in last Say thats yo baby momma Runnin up them commas And we aint for the drama We gone blast Left cheek right cheek She gone make that booty move fast Make it rain in this bitch She might just get my last Whole lotta clappers Whole lotta clapping She make that booty jiggle Just like magic Girl make that back break Make them thighs shake That junk all in yo trunk Look what yo momma made Clap One clap two clap clap One clap two clap clap Like how you do that Clap Clap Clap One clap two clap clap One clap two clap clap Like how you do dat Clap Clap Clap