[Hook] (x2)
Please, make that a** clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
I got bands, I got racks
Racks, racks, racks, racks
[Verse 1]
Look, I am from the city so my favorite strip is Stadium
You gon' pro'ly need a couple K to come and play with them
Might see me with John Wall, ball, no gymnasium
I'm in VIP so much, the strippers think I stay with them
I'm talking Calienté, Bambi and Pa**ion
Ms. French Kiss, Ms. Jones in Miami
Phat-Phat Rabbit, Farrah in Dallas
Charlie, Dollface, Jasmine and Carmen
p**y poppin', bottle poppin', floor full of dollars
Only mean it's coming soon, locker room drama
Half-white, half-black, a**-flying mama
I think I'm in love with her cause she tote the llama, so
[Hook] (x4)
[Verse 2]
p**y poppin', bottle poppin', molly poppin' dank
n***as hating, b**hes watching, I become the man
Guns in the stash but my ones in her hand
Then I said "make it clap" and she forgot she had a man
Damn, I got some strippers who be snorting lines
With a nine on they side, them b**hes don't mind firing
I done f**ed a couple of 'em, dipping like "where time went?"
She don't wanna f**, she just tryna get her mind hit
Savage, reaching in my pocket, you could have it
She say "you a s*utty boy", them b**hes say we nasty
But I got what she need, so she call me Fat Gleesh
And we leaving the stadium where she don't f** for free, huh
[Hook] (x4)