Waka Flocka Flame and Drake - Round Of Applause

'Scuse me
Shawty look good
(KY engineer)
Alright, let's go in the club, man
Ay, bro you got a Swish?
Bro, how many ones you gettin', bro?
Alright, fuck with me, I'll see you in there
Uh

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it
Bust it (boaw), drop it down and just

Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the Twerk Team woo)
Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean (Flocka)
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them beans (rollin'!)
When I hit the scene, girls yellin' and they scream (come here)
"Flocka can you be my baby daddy?" (Yes)
Pimpin' like I'm Dolemite, hoes jump in my Caddy (baow)
Smoke like I got cataract
In the strip club throwin' up them stacks (racks, racks)
Got racks on top of racks (racks, racks, racks)
Bust that pussy, make that ass clap, clap, clap
I ain't done with you, baby, bring that ass back (yeah)
Still got twenties, still got fifties, even got them hundreds (baow, baow)
Throw some money, throw some money, I'ma let it go (baow, baow, baow, boaw)
Waka Flocka Flame, better known as Mr. Let It Go (baow)

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it
Bust it, drop it down and just

Uh, bust it like you can't afford a car
You a star, you look in the mirror, you know who you are, right?
Cool take it low, take it way lower than that
I fly private when I go, ain't no layover on that
Yeah, I made it to the top, took a seat, still sittin' man
I'm up in Stadium in D.C. still tippin', man
She could've paid tuition five times, still strippin'
I just throw a couple bills, and she'll have a pair of heels
Oh no, there I go, magic trickin' on your ass
Throwin' every president except for Nixon on your ass
Make you rich, I feel like I should make commission on your ass
Wonder what you'd ever do if I went missin' on your ass, huh

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it
Bust it, drop it down and just

Throwin' them stacks, OMG (oh my God)
Smh when I'm on that stage (shake my head)
Pourin' Rosé all on her ass (baow, baow, baow, boaw)
A round of applause baby pop that pussy
Drop it down for me girl do a split (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Do you smoke girl? Gotta zip
White Rémy Martin, who wanna sip? (Ready)
.45 on my hip but I came one deep
And every word I say is slurrin' (woo)
Vision, man is blurrin' (woo), drunk too much liquor (Flocka)
Smoke too much weed (yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm on too much E (ready)
I'm so high, y'all will miss me (yeah)
In love with strip clubs, shawty, I'm a big tipper (flex, flex, flex)
Two hundred then I pull down my zipper, ugh
Shawty say she want me and she wanna meet my crew, Squad
Niggas know we go hard, Squad

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it
Bust it, drop it down and just

Written by:
Juaquin Malphurs, Lexus Lewis, Joshua Howard Luellen, Aubrey Drake Graham

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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