Drop It - Blaq Tuxedo, Eric Bellinger

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

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

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

Shawty got me losin' it

I’m in love with a stripper, but I’m cool with it

Way she throwin' that on me, yeah

Make a nigga never wanna leave, yeah

Oh my, what a time

Throw it back, halftime

I hit ignore on my ex

Cookies and Backwoods for stress

I need a girl look like Nicki Minaj

I told that bitch come and give me massage

Yes, I’m just doin' too much

Guess what, I don’t give a fuck

So freak my shit, freak my shit

Freak my, freak my, freak my, freak my

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 (Oh, baby)

Drop, drop, drop it 'til it clap ('Til it clap), ayy

Hands on your knees and look back (Look back, ayy)

Go on, put your bity on the map

You a boss bitch, and I can see your titties through that, ayy (Through that,

ayy)

Shout out to them, ayy

You brought the girls out, call them the twins like (Yeah, yeah), ayy

Hop in my Benz

Know I can beep, beep, beep like Drumline (Yeah)

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