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Description
Metro Boomin Presents: A Futuristic Summa (Hosted by DJ Spinz)
Producer: Metro Boomin
Producer: DJ Spinz
Producer: Bobby Kritical
Producer: Chris XZ
Recording Engineer: Malik Benberry
Mixing Engineer: Ethan Stevens
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Other: William "Bilz" Dougan
Additional Mixing Engineer: Victor Luevanos
Composer Lyricist: Leland Wayne
Composer Lyricist: Gary Hill
Composer Lyricist: Bobby Bernard Turner Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Christopher Townsend
Composer Lyricist: Juaquin Malphurs
Composer Lyricist: Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Lyrics and translation
Original
One bitch on the pole, two on the floor. Brick Squad!
Yeah. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap. Clap.
She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on go,
I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah. One rack, two rack, ayy, fuck it up.
Black. G6, just popped a half, I'm 'bout to level up.
Thick and chocolate, how I like it. You know. Fine shit.
Diamonds on my collar, I got chrome hearts on my garment. Shawty back it up on a nigga, let me park it.
Forty-five minutes and I'm just gettin' started. Goin' deep and slow, in that pussy, Mr. Perfect.
A broke nigga nightmare, a bad bitch target. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap.
Clap. She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka
Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah. I'm from South
Side, we outside. Baby, lean your head back, open your mouth wide.
Heard she lookin' for a gift, I told her I'm the walkin' prize.
You can tell that ass real by the size of her thighs.
Man, she twerkin' with her friend, lil' bitch, don't get me on your life. Can you make that ass clap for me counterclockwise?
Man, I love when my lil' shit act a lil' trapped out. You know everything on Waka
Flocka Flame just pop out. Yeah. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap.
Clap. She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka
Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah.
English translation
One bitch on the pole, two on the floor. Brick Squad!
Yeah. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap. Clap.
She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on go,
I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah. One rack, two rack, ayy, fuck it up.
Black. G6, just popped a half, I'm 'bout to level up.
Thick and chocolate, how I like it. You know. Fine shit.
Diamonds on my collar, I got chrome hearts on my garment. Shawty back it up on a nigga, let me park it.
Forty-five minutes and I'm just gettin' started. Goin' deep and slow, in that pussy, Mr. Perfect.
A broke nigga nightmare, a bad bitch target. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap.
Clap. She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka
Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah. I'm from South
Side, we outside. Baby, lean your head back, open your mouth wide.
Heard she lookin' for a gift, I told her I'm the walkin' prize.
You can tell that ass real by the size of her thighs.
Man, she twerkin' with her friend, lil' bitch, don't get me on your life. Can you make that ass clap for me counterclockwise?
Man, I love when my lil' shit act a lil' trapped out. You know everything on Waka
Flocka Flame just pop out. Yeah. Shawty know it's fat, let me see that ass clap.
Clap. She drop down and touch her toes like, "Where the cash at? " You know. Waka
Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that. Squad.
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
In that ass, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. Yeah.