Rick Ross - Clappers (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Hit-Boy] Hit-Boy on the beat, HS87 the plug You know MMG in the street so them real n***as showin love We ain't throwin' up no ones like we movin' in, we came with bags Folarin said no hands, let me see you clap! [Hook: Wale] Clappers to the front, front, front, front Clappers to the front, front, front, front Shawty got a big ol' bu*t Oh yeah!!! [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Real n***as gon' clap, I'm still holdin' on my strap Real hoes act right and all these fake hoes get left All I want is that check, smell this Bel Air on my breath Rich Forever my set, that mean I can't sleep with no debt Wale my n***a, workin' tight on all that we rep Walkin' round my new estate like I'm the king of Zaire Mastermind right here, I got 30 rounds right here Know I burn it down right here, n***a we certified 'round here Kilo 35 'round here, we gon' tear him down right here Half a mil' in one night, I'm the king of the diamonds right here [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] I said clap, clap, clap it to the front, girl is yo back stolen? Clap, clap, I think I'm 'bout to front you on a bag or somethin' Clap, clap, clap, matter fact, most times I be the cause of that Show me where yo baddest b**h, I'll show where you lost her at 2 Rolex like 40 stacks, may just go and floss it back I just left some rendezvous, my broad said she could take off a month I be with CB, Virginia, that's Tappahannock I be with CB's, shout out to Chase and Zackie There go jazzy spinners, supper clubbin' 87 Animals be cross-breedin', don't you see my mink is draggin'? I got it bros and I think y'all need some grownup values I'm thinkin' my j**el investors, you thinkin' them Jordan Gammas [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] Look, I like a real fat bubble back Gucci bag, Louis trap King of diamonds, DOA An Onyx thot, I'm throwin' knots Show me tits, I'll show you stacks Throw it back, I'll throw you racks Geechi, bring Corona back Gold Rolex, that 40 stacks Bring one back to DC '03 East street where the border at My new b**h had to bring a new b**h Cause f** a one b**h, I'm bored of that Bel Air Rose, Ciroc no chase Little bit of OJ order that Clappers where my tour was at I think we need some more of that Made her twerk or place a work Couldn't you wait? Yall here to f** TIV, I did it first Dick 'em D, make em hurt Shawty got a big ol bu*t, that's what's up I wanna touch but for how much? I got enough Let's get it! [Hook] [Verse 4: Young Thug] Big bu*t b**h You wanna drop it, shake yo big bu*t b**h Back it up, back it up, back it up, hold up, is that for me? Booty big, I tell Stevie Wonder, "Would you like to see?" Do what y'all doin for me, do it Do what y'all doin for me, do it Do what y'all doin for me, do it This hard earned cash gon be yours only if you do it Now clap it clap it clap it clap it let's grab it Wale want you to do it Thugger want you to do it Hit Boy want you to do it Fat Trel want you to do it Ricky want you to do it I see you want to do it Meechy want you to do it All the skrippas please do it [Hook]