Clap - Ms Banks

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)