A-Money - Clap Back lyrics

[Verse 1] A-Money: Me and T-Daddy, spittin' fire Boy I'm baked, like a chicken pot pie-ya This kush enables me, to get higher Than a first cla** Westjet frequent flyer If the music's too loud, call the cops Shout out to all the b**hes taking off their tops You know Sideburn-Steve's got the finest chops f** it, Mill's Tonight goin' triple hops Going crazy at the stripper bars Even critics give me 5 Gold Stars So high, going all the way to mars My girls are way above your average pars Rollin' 'round in my big bad Hummer Gettin' Blumpkins from your mother Maybe today from your mother (Switch!) Maybe tomorrow from your significant b**h Importing goods all the way from Tijuana Smoking all the timeless Marijuana Get freaky, s** on my Bah-nah-nah (banana) Because I know she really, really wanna Baby girl call me Dr. Watson Very dangerous, always proceed with caution As for you punk proceed with caution No chance you're gonna be able to soften My punch, when I take your brunch, bad hunch? Coming back to take your lunch money A'int a damn thing funny Watch your mouth Before you get taught something sonny It's the baddest cat running the streets Damn right, A-Money! (Hook): How we do Is How we gonna rock Even though T-Stacks Got your b**h on his co*k The women A'int a thang Cause they come by the flock Nothin' new for me, might be new for you [Verse 2] T-Daddy Stacks Ugh Real recognize real But I can spot fake You feel the same way With every song that I make I make mistakes But they only make me greater So f** all y'all haters Cause you only motivate us Hate motivate me to be great You want a update? First appreciate what I create Or else you might suffocate In your sleep While you countin' sheep With the pillow sheets Word I be drinkin' cause I'm freakin For a weekend Freakin' like a nympho When I'm speakin' Born winner Y'all think I'm cheatin' But I'm not, on the firm flop This is real Hip-Hop 'Round the clock Cause I drop on the dot (Hook): How we do Is How we gonna rock Even though Joe Grizz Got your b**h on his co*k The women A'int a thang Cause they come by the flock Nothin' new for me, might be new for you [Verse 3] Joe Grizzly: A.O.P, a'int nobody f**in' with me J.G, I'm Joe motherf**ing Grizzly We a team, Q-Bone is the QB Pa** it off to T-Daddy Stacks For the big T: Touchdown In the motherf**ing end zone T-Daddy Stacks never ends in the friend-zone He brings a b**h straight to bed, and then bones And then her man walks in while she's bent over We All Original, and we well known We gon' stop winning? Mother f**er hell no! Celebrating hard, throwing elbows They telling lies I can't believe that you fell for 'em Yeah, A-Money in the booth Hitting sh** out of the park like he's Babe Ruth Getting hoes loose like a young kids tooth You know I don't lie, I only spit the truth I pour more shots Patron on the rocks Won't stop 'Til I got you wearing only yo' socks I could have stayed home I got drunk instead Now I'm straight (straight) out of my head What happened last night man? I forget, I must have been more baked Than a loaf of bread The way she rode me She need a saddle and stirrups We gon' choke on the smoke Need some cough syrup (Hook): How we do Is How we gonna rock Even though Q-Bone Got your b**h on his co*k The women A'int a thang Cause they come by the flock Nothin' new for me, might be new for you [Verse 4] Q Da Kid: Ayo we got some real O.G.'s in the building 'Bout time that we raise the ceiling, So we Grab the crew and we hit the club Paint van with the rims rollin dub But first yo, we get something to drink We got choices, boy what you think? It a'int nothin' but the Loko Few cans then you go bro Never been more ready for the show yo And so we pose in a stance I gaze through, catch sight with the girl In the tight pants, and then we start to dance Poke a chick with my long dick jousting lance No doubt it's a hell of a party Young tail feeling extra naughty A-Money on the job, cause he knows it well He's thinking: “Maybe I shouldn't, (aww what the hell!)” I step back and I stick to the stage I a'int about that, stick to girls my age Not dissin', just funny as hell My boy doing work when he drunk as well And so we rappin' and tearin' Bumpin' the music is blaring Don't scuff the kicks I be wearing Or else I'm gonna start swearing And I don't do that often A lot of y'all say my rhymes are soft, and Caution what you saying boy, what you think? Best believe I'm harder than a rock robbing a bank Try to keep it clean, stay away from the skanks Crank, that's good advice, now I need someone to thank (Hook): How we do Is How we gonna rock Even though A.O.P Got your b**h on they co*ks The women A'int a thang Cause they come by the flock Nothin' new for me, might be new for you