"Round Of Applause (Remix)" lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Excuse me
Shawty
(KY Engineering)
Alright, let's go in the club, man
Ayy, bro, you got some?
Grab me one if you can, bro
Alright, fuck with me, I'll see you in there
Uh

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just—

Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the Twerk Team (Woo)
Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean (Flocka)
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them beans (Rollin')
When I hit the scene, girls yellin' and they scream (Come here)
"Flocka, can you be my baby daddy?" (Yes)
Pimpin' like I'm Dolemite, hoes jump in my Caddy (Baow)
Smoke like I got cataract, 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 (Yeah)
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

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just—

[Drake:]
Uh, 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 in Stadium in D.C., still tippin', man
She coulda paid 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 your ass
Throwin' every president except for Nixon on your ass
Make you rich, I feel like I should make commission on your ass
Wonder what you'd ever do if I went missin' on your ass, huh?

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just—

Throwin' them stacks, OMG
SMH when I'm on that stage
Pourin' rosé 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? Got a zip
White Rémy Martin, who wanna sip? (Rollin')
Four-five on my hip
But I came one deep and every word I say is slurrin' (Woo)
Vision, man, is blurrin' (Woo), drunk too much liquor (Flocka)
Smoke too much weed, bitch, I'm on too much E (Rollin')
I'm so high, y'all gon' miss me (Yeah)
In love with strip clubs, shorty, I'm a big tipper (Flex)
Two hundred, then I pull down my zipper, uh
Shawty say she want me and she wanna meet my crew, Squad
Niggas know we go hard, Squad

Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just—