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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Lexus Lewis
Lexus Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Executive Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Tal Miller
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Joshua "Southside" Luellen
Joshua "Southside" Luellen
Producer
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Let me see you bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
[Verse 2]
Bounce that ass, shake that ass
Like the twerk team
Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean
That girl look like Halle Berry
When I'm on them beans (Rollin')
When I hit the scene girls yellin'
And they scream
Flocka, can you be my baby daddy?"(Yes!)
Pimpin' like I'm dolomite
Hoes jump in my caddy
Smoke like I got cataracts
In the strip club, throwin' up them stacks
Got racks on top of racks
Bust that pussy, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap
I ain't done with you, baby
Bring that ass back
Still got twenties, still got fifties
Even got them hundreds
Throw some money
Throw some money
I'ma let it go
Waka Flocka Flame
Better known as Mr. Let it Go
[Verse 3]
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Let me see you bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
[Verse 4]
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 a stadium in D.C.
Still tippin' man
She couldn't pay 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 yo ass
Throwin' every president except
For Nixon on yo ass
Make you rich, I feel like
I should make commission
On yo ass
Wonder what you'd ever do
If I went missin' on yo ass
[Verse 5]
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Let me see you bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
[Verse 6]
Throwin' them stacks, OMG
SMH when I'm on that stage
Pourin' Rose all on her ass
A round of applause, baby
Pop that pussy
Drop it down for me, girl
Do a split
Do you smoke girl?
Gotta zip
White Remi Martin
Who want a sip?
4-5 on my hip
But I came one deep
And every word I say is slurrin'
Vision man is blurrin'
Drunk too much liquor
Smoke too much weed
Bitch, I'm on too much E
I'm so high, y'all will miss me
In love with strip clubs
Shawty, I'm a big tipper
Two hundred, then I pull down
My zipper, uh
Shawty says she want me
And she wanna meet my crew
Squad, **** know we go hard, squad
[Verse 7]
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Round of applause
Baby, make that ass clap
Drop it the floor
Make that ass clap
Let me see you bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, J. Luellen, J. Malphurs, L. Lewis, Lexus Arnel Lewis

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