Drop It Blaq Tuxedo (Ft. Eric Bellinger)

[Chorus]
Drumline, got them bands up on me
If I hit it, I don't never spend no thing, nah
Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah
Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me
Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet
Get into it, put your hands on your knees
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak
Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap
Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I know what to do with it
Don dada, girl, you know I act a fool with it
Saw you standin' over there, baby, what's your name?
Had to holler at you like, "Ayy, baby"
From Sac to the Bay with it
And you know we came down to LA with it
In the A, know I gotta hit the strip club
Feelin' like Jay when I'm in New York
I know she on me, girl, come put it on me
Be yourself, girl, there ain't no rules
What we do is between me and you
So bust it, bust it, bust it for a young
I'ma take you to the crib where we all go dumb, ayy