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
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One clap two clap clap
Like how you do that
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Hold Up Bitch
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Hold Up Bitch
Like how you do dat
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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
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One clap two clap clap
Like how you do that
Clap Clap Clap
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One clap two clap clap
Like how you do dat
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