Round of Applause (feat. Drake) - Waka Flocka Flame

Hey mazel tov and all that good stuff man This is for all my folks who got legal jobs We beat the odds, you feel me? We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah Congratulations, thank God we made it They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds I ain't supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilo's Dropping molly's in a coke zero Ashamed of my education, then I'm finally off probation Then I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and I'm a real father no faking See I'm a black man who beat them odds Supposed to be locked up with no job Never should of went to college or learned who God is You add it up it's all odd See I never knew my pops I been abused, ran from the cops I went to school High on them crops Wasn't a thug, never been shot Running from God man turning my back Never would of made it, Marvin Sapp But He opened up my eyes and I can't look back While they look surprised, I just tip my cap Yeah he did it, he did it He changed me and I'm with it He made me what I'm supposed to be You get close to me, you might get it We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah Congratulations, thank God we made it They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds I ain't even spos' to be here I ain't even spos' to be livin' The world is set up for me to Be dead broke and somewhere locked up in prison Yeah, I know they be watchin' Yeah, I know they be listenin' Yeah, I know that hip-hop police is probably plotting for me To be missing And cover it up with the cliche okey doke And blame it on the pain pill overdose From the city where they love to hate But I still got love for my homies tho They don't want to see us ball out But we do it anyway Got a mil' in the bank Another two up in the safe Cuz' I do it everday Know, know me ain't no roomies in the A All they say that is I could've fool in the A Don't assume anything I'm a fool with the pay I'll be goon till your day We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah Congratulations, thank God we made it They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds I'm supposed to be dead or in jail right now But instead, I'm sharing my gift with the world Now she used to strip at Onyx Working her way through college Tryna put food in her son's mouth On a pole for them dollars She was looking for some solace Told the Lord, I promise. I'm heading to the hills with my heels on Where the feels ain't a touch to the billfolds No copping feels from no Uncle Phil's, just Phil Jackson coach her And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse No skirts just "skrr", found another way around a real worth And left that fine establishment It's like her whole life is having a growth Spurt She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it (haters) They ain't nothing but some shellfish in a bucket Probably get crabs if you touch it Now she graduated from college -- scratch that -- graduated with honors Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah! We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah Congratulations, thank God we made it They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds Round of applause, round of applause Congratulations, we beat them odds

Hey! No ooh. no ooh ahh yeah Hey! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 2k I love the way you work it in them heels And i love the way you keep the sh-t real Cause i was never looking for no barbie b-tch No beatin' round the bush just honest sh-t Black tims with the rose gold watch Baby, only you can pull it off And i can't wait till we get home. no stallin, imma pull it off God put you in my life for a purpose And we might fuss and fight but it's worth it You know i got love for my baby Love the way you throw it back like the 80s I know you tired of me calling you crazy But girl i'm crazy bout' you Where would i be without you Girl i'm always thinking bout' you You got me like baby, i love you You the only one that hold it down You the only one that understand You the only one that's been around girl We need a round of applause baby So clap it up for daddy Up for me and you Don't n0body do it like you Can't n0body move how you move Don't need a mistress for the thrill cause i'm thrilled about you Hey, let's get a round of applause, baby So clap it up for daddy Up for me and you Took you from your n-gga He a lame -ss, lame -ss He act like a baby just like wayne's dad Exchange that For a real n-gga. baby i'm the one, one for you When you don't know what to do I'm the one you runnin' to Girl you got my heart And you had it since the start Your friends wanna speak they mind... Tell them mind they own in and not ours Girl they just mad cause i love ya to death And i spoil ya like you expired But we can never expire Tell them hatin' hoes to retire Roll out! You blowin' up my phone (blowin' up my phone) Won't leave me alone (won't leave me alone) She get on my nerves Where would i be without her? Y'all don't understand (y'all don't understand) Only she can (only she can) Won't take her for granted Wanna be her man Hey! Clap it up for daddy, up for daddy, up for daddy She don't use no hands, she don't use no hands She know i'm the man. yeah yo man's the man Girl, pop it for them bands. pop it for them bands Girl pop it for them bands. pop it for them bands This a private show girl 'm geeking Put it on me i feel like a weakling Girl lay back; Let me hit that One time (one time, one time, one time) Clap it up. clap it up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give me a round of applause. clap it up Give me a round of applause. clap it up

1, 2, 3, 4 Our stepmom, we did everything to hate her She took us down to the edge of Decatur We saw the lion and the kangaroo take her Down to the river where they caught a wild alligator Sangamon River, it overflowed It caused a mudslide on the banks of the operator Civil War skeletons in their graves They came up clapping in the spirit of the aviator The sound of the engines and the smell of the grain We go riding on the abolition grain train Stephen A. Douglas was a great debater But Abraham Lincoln was the great emancipator Chickenmobile with your rooster tail I had my fill, and I know how bad it feels Stay awake and watch for the data No small caterpillar, go congratulate her Denominator, go Decatur, go Decatur It's the great I am Abominate her, go Decatur, why did we hate her? It's the great I am Denominator, go Decatur, anticipate her It's the great I am Appreciate her, appreciate her Stand up and thank her Stand up and thank her It's the great I am Stand up and thank her It's the great I am Stand up and thank her It's the great I am Stand up and thank her

I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong to crash the critic saying Is it right or is it wrong? If only Fame had an IV Baby could I bare being away from you I found the vein, put it in here I live for the Applause, Applause, Applause I live for the Applause-plause Live for the Applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch I've overheard your theory Nostalgia's for geeks I guess sir, if you say so Some of us just like to read One second I'm a Kunst Then suddenly the Kunst is me Pop culture was in Art now ART's in POP culture, in me! I live for the Applause, Applause, Applause I live for the Applause-plause Live for the Applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch Touch touch Touch touch now I live for the Applause, Applause, Applause I live for the Applause-plause Live for the Applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) Give me the thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make em touch (Make it real loud) A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E Make it real loud Put your hands up, make em touch, touch A R T P O P

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti