Make it clap

Where you going Shawty Where yawl off too We got goods I got my crew And we got bands Now what it do You got ass And your girlfriends do too Got stacks on deck No soulja boy Make it beep beep beep Like a tonka toy If you want to wild out Shawty I'm the man Girl you can't be my wife or my girlfriend Or maybe a night time friend Now make that ass clap I got mine to spend Now wind it up And wind it down And turn around And back it up All that junk in the trunk How you get that She got racks on my racks I'm about to hit that All that junk in the trunk How you get that She got racks on my racks I'm about to hit that Shawty got ass in them pants Damn ass in them pants Shawty i ain't trying to be your man I got bands now make it dance Bands so make it dance And later imma get you out of them Now take a ride with no hands I got bands so imma make shawty dance For them bands Where your friends Told her i got money so she said How low i told her do it with no hands Make it clap like you a fan Ask shawty for a dance Like this the last day No plans she want to go Back to the crib Have her screaming young Spitta you the man Make it sloppy Yeah i do it big Slow motion when she shaking it So I'm just catching it I call it backstroke and Head Slumped over ass in the air While she doing it eyes and hands on her Trying to not lose my focus She performing like she auditioning Body soaking wet like she do fitness In the kitchen make it clap make it clap For them bands Make it clap Make it clap for them bands Make it clap make it clap for them bands Make it clap make it clap for them bands Shawty got ass in them pants Damn ass in them pants Shawty i ain't trying to be your man I got bands now make it dance Bands so make it dance And later imma get you out of them Now take a ride with no hands