Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap, artist - Ms Banks. Album song The Coldest Winter Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ms Banks
Song language: English
Clap |
| They say I’m amazing, I just do it like it’s regular |
| Now I’ve got these A&Rs and niggas on my cellular |
| You ain’t gotta say it, you already know I’m winning, bitch |
| On the road to riches, so much bookings I can’t count that shit |
| Ride in rotation, I’m never waiting, I be percolating |
| I’m talking money to these bitches, I’m the conversation |
| The blueprint on my Js—I'mma rock the nation |
| I’m the fucking best, yeah I’m the best—there ain’t no debating |
| Game is for the taking, you ain’t gotta give it to me |
| Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty |
| I’m a big fish, a Dolphin—you're a little Pickney |
| Europe, UAE and U.S.; |
| fuck up any city |
| Uh, I’m busy getting a tan, get me a couple of cans |
| If you try fuck up my plans; |
| gettin' these hands |
| Busting out the ban, riding, do it for the gang |
| Do it for the fam, do it for the fans, ride for me; |
| Stan |
| I don’t ever slack, all I spit is crack |
| Run it back, flip a pack, putting Wooly on the map |
| Fucking proud and I’m Black, shit is magic, that’s a fact |
| Get the message, fuck a fax, run it up to the max |
| I don’t ever front, I can do whatever I want |
| I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch |
| And I’ve got a couple girls, but I don’t need a bunch |
| We ain’t gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Baby, I’m a boss on my job, I don’t ever lack |
| You ain’t got no balls, plus you wack—you can get the sack |
| Got a vegan nigga, still he eat the pussy, kill the cat |
| And I’ll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap |
| All I do is show and prove, Honey I don’t ever lose |
| In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze |
| South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through |
| With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu |
| Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes |
| If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go |
| Oh, you got some side bitches—please, don’t make me smack a hoe |
| You need to be saving money before you be saving those |
| I’m busy getting the bag, you don’t wanna get me mad |
| More money—fab, run along, slag |
| Said they looking for the baddest bitch, well, I’m it, bitch, tag |
| Blow a bag, pop a tag, grab a bite, then I order me a cab |
| Ooh, ooh, I need me a car, boy, you’re messing with a star |
| Chilling out in Budapest with Char, thinking I’mma go far |
| Don’t compare me to her, sorry, nah, that’s a par |
| I graft and I grind, success on my mind |
| Coming from the slum, never been a bum |
| On the block, going dumb, you know I already won |
| Do it all for my mum and I only just begun |
| Need a lump and a sum, fuck it up just for fun, aye! |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back |
| Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye |
| (Greatness Jones) |