Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Ayo, we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon (come on)

Uh uh, yeah yeah
See y'all know what it is
Flipmode baby, check it
Hey, hey

Ain't no fakin' the fluid
Water drippin' off asses of women that's shakin' it to it
While I'm takin you through it
No mistakin' my crew, it's Flipmode baby
I got you actin' all stupid
Now I'm back in the coupe and just to tell you the truth
It's them niggas that be havin' you back and then ready to lose it
Pushin' Lambos and Harleys, rockin' Roberto Cavalli
Now I got a new hobby, diamonds and tattooing body
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tattooin' the name of my click across your ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like Jamaican niggas, rockin' big chains and soccer jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys
The way we put it down and be hittin'
Be havin' you shittin' more than a box of Hershey's
We come to control it, we come to command it
And just for the record, we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it, just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' and shakin' they curves
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap

See you's a hot little mama, it's only right that I holla
Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in that Prada
Make it bounce up and down like the '64 Impala
Turn around, wiggle it like you shakin' it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love to wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a crib in the city with a cherry 850
We could cruise down the avenue and shop 'til you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky, have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all, boo, but never say "gimme"
We can pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga, boo, enough for you to dig it, boo
Hit me up later, we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff, baby, I'll make you man hate me
'Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy, baby

In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it, just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' and shakin' they curves
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap

I said "come on" if you're ready, we wilin' all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the Henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin' be fittin' real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em inside
Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryna hide
Busy dodgin' a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya

All ready, we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rassle and try to hassle and hustle y'all women
Come on (you, you)
See how we bubble y'all women, come on
Dibble and dabble, how we be lovin' y'all women, come on

Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam, pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or pull it off, show me that butter soft
Open up wide ma, swallow when I let it off, yo

In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it, just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' and shakin' they curves
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap

Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap

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Writer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Trevor Smith, William Lewis