Make It Clap ft. Jayochoo Lyrics

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)

Jay, pull up in the Hellcat

It's 1's in the air and she gone act bad

If she ain't a dime, I can't get in that

(Can't get in that)

Just tron-uh fuck Bay-Bee, no chit chat

(Chit chat)

Pass me the Hen-nee Bay-Bee, I ain't sip-pin no Jack

(A)

Got a couple of my op-bitches and they all up in the back

(Ye-uh)

Just tron-uh stack my bread, like uh Big Mac

(Big Mac)

Pull up to the show and these bitches don't know how to act

(Uh)

You say you getting more money than Triple-M, that's big cap

(Big cap)

I´m a Fly Young Nigga, like I'm on First Class

She gone get lost in my sauce, she gone need a map

If Jay on the beat, It's a banger, it's a rap

(Ye-uh Ye-uh)

So go ahead Little-Bay-Bee, go ahead and drop that ass

(Ye-uh Ye-uh)

So go ahead Little-Bay-Bee, go ahead, make it clap

(Make it clap)

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)

Don't need them stilettos on, I´m about duh buss up the cat

They call me Baum-Baum, by the way I buss it up with my bat

When they get a taste of this pimping cane, They ain't gone know how to react

They throwing that ass, they shaking that ass, they wop-ping it down

(Che-uh, che-uh)

I got my eyes open for that long hair and them nice nails, and that pretty smell

Pussy got me feeling like, throwing a hundred mill

Whip that pussy with my hundred dollar bills

Take my time, do it slowly, che-uh

Pull up with Mr. Slide Thru and watch them strip

Them Hundreds, them fifties, them twenties got they pussy wett

We in Club Sweet-nezz and we fucking up them checks

Jay and B.H.M, we some fucking vets

Drop that pussy hoe, let me see you break sweat

After you done clapping that ass clean up all this mess

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)

She gone make it clap clap

(Clap, clap)

Wiggle that ass, throw that ass back

(Throw that ass back)

Climb up that pole, while I buss these straps

(These straps)

Reserved the VIP Room just to get up in that

(In that, ugh)