| They say I’m amazing, I just do it like it’s regular
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| Now I’ve got these A&Rs and niggas on my cellular
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| You ain’t gotta say it, you already know I’m winning, bitch
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| On the road to riches, so much bookings I can’t count that shit
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| Ride in rotation, I’m never waiting, I be percolating
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| I’m talking money to these bitches, I’m the conversation
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| The blueprint on my Js—I'mma rock the nation
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| I’m the fucking best, yeah I’m the best—there ain’t no debating
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| Game is for the taking, you ain’t gotta give it to me
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| Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty
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| I’m a big fish, a Dolphin—you're a little Pickney
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| Europe, UAE and U.S.; |
| fuck up any city
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| Uh, I’m busy getting a tan, get me a couple of cans
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| If you try fuck up my plans; |
| gettin' these hands
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| Busting out the ban, riding, do it for the gang
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| Do it for the fam, do it for the fans, ride for me; |
| Stan
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| I don’t ever slack, all I spit is crack
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| Run it back, flip a pack, putting Wooly on the map
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| Fucking proud and I’m Black, shit is magic, that’s a fact
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| Get the message, fuck a fax, run it up to the max
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| I don’t ever front, I can do whatever I want
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| I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch
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| And I’ve got a couple girls, but I don’t need a bunch
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| We ain’t gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Baby, I’m a boss on my job, I don’t ever lack
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| You ain’t got no balls, plus you wack—you can get the sack
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| Got a vegan nigga, still he eat the pussy, kill the cat
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| And I’ll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap
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| All I do is show and prove, Honey I don’t ever lose
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| In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze
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| South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through
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| With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu
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| Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes
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| If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go
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| Oh, you got some side bitches—please, don’t make me smack a hoe
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| You need to be saving money before you be saving those
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| I’m busy getting the bag, you don’t wanna get me mad
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| More money—fab, run along, slag
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| Said they looking for the baddest bitch, well, I’m it, bitch, tag
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| Blow a bag, pop a tag, grab a bite, then I order me a cab
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| Ooh, ooh, I need me a car, boy, you’re messing with a star
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| Chilling out in Budapest with Char, thinking I’mma go far
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| Don’t compare me to her, sorry, nah, that’s a par
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| I graft and I grind, success on my mind
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| Coming from the slum, never been a bum
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| On the block, going dumb, you know I already won
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| Do it all for my mum and I only just begun
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| Need a lump and a sum, fuck it up just for fun, aye!
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
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| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
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| (Greatness Jones) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clap , by - Ms Banks. Song from the album The Coldest Winter Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп