Make It Clap

[Hook] (x2) Please, make that ass clap Clap, clap, clap, clap I got bands, I got racks Racks, racks, racks, racks [Verse 1] Look, I am from the city so my favorite strip is Stadium You gon' pro'ly need a couple K to come and play with them Might see me with John Wall, ball, no gymnasium I'm in VIP so much, the strippers think I stay with them I'm talking Calienté, Bambi and Passion Ms. French Kiss, Ms. Jones in Miami Phat-Phat Rabbit, Farrah in Dallas Charlie, Dollface, Jasmine and Carmen Pussy poppin', bottle poppin', floor full of dollars Only mean it's coming soon, locker room drama Half-white, half-black, ass-flying mama I think I'm in love with her cause she tote the llama, so [Hook] (x4) [Verse 2] Pussy poppin', bottle poppin', molly poppin' dank Niggas hating, bitches watching, I become the man Guns in the stash but my ones in her hand Then I said "make it clap" and she forgot she had a man Damn, I got some strippers who be snorting lines With a nine on they side, them bitches don't mind firing I done fucked a couple of 'em, dipping like "where time went?" She don't wanna fuck, she just tryna get her mind hit Savage, reaching in my pocket, you could have it She say "you a slutty boy", them bitches say we nasty But I got what she need, so she call me Fat Gleesh And we leaving the stadium where she don't fuck for free, huh [Hook] (x4)