Bravo lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
I think its one thing we can all agree on
And that's that the D is as real as it comes
As real as it gets
So when you see some n*ggas make it out
And make it good, clap for them

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
Them rich n*ggas here all the strippers should cheer
Take this money we gone throw and pay your rent for a year
Five carats in my ear, 20 more in my charm
See them foreigns outside, n*gga them all ours
Go to a normal bar if you just wanna drink
Hoes dancing here for free dawg, is that what you think
If you ain't threw no money, n*gga you looking wack (Lame)
Everybody point at the n*gga who looking wack
First i throw a couple stacks, then i drink me some liquor
Then i throw some
More cash at a hating ass n*gga
Im finna go broke, I go hard for the team
It's the world, I'mma take somebody girl when i leave
Presidential on my sleeve, got rims on the coupe
Tripple b's over here, b*tch its bottles and boots
Kidd screaming seven duece, and I'm repping the mile
Somebody call the janitor to come and sweep up this pile
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
My whole team ball like we just hit the lotto
We shining like the sparklers on the Avion bottles
When i throw some money all my n*ggas gone follow
So gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)

[Verse 2: YG]
Make it clap, girl wobble
I hope the, pus*y taste like Moscato (Whoa)
She say she wanna be the mascot, so thick
You'd think she had ass shots, (What's yo name!)
Gianna, girl my keysia
If her homegirl f*cking, she follow the leader
Now throw a stack and make it clap, make it clap baby
And if its wack, immma take it, take it back baby (Yeah)
I'll beat that pus*y up, eat that pus*y up
Beat that pus*y drunk, eat it up
And have her running from the tongue
Hair in a bun, G string in her pus*y
If her house clean, that mean she gotta clean ass pus*y (Woop Woop)
She looking like Rihanna
She ain't f*cking, she remind me of Trigiani
Since her, baby daddy sweat her like Cosby
She somewhere twerking like Miley
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
My whole team ball like we just hit the lotto
We shining like the sparklers on the Avion bottles
When i throw some money all my n*ggas gone follow
So gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
Hood b*tch (What up doe)
If you ain't know, they call me P (Payroll)
And I'm hood rich, cause when they block was dry they called on me (Yeah)
Shake that ass for a rich n*gga
And when your man ain't looking, take a quick picture (b*tch)
I think i wanna marry this ho
Gimme all the ones you got, I'm bout to bury this ho

[Verse 4: HBK Kidd]
I want a baby momma like Beyonce, a freak like Rihanna
A wife like Kim, white girl like Madonna
Bad b*tch like teyana, ex stripper like Chyna
A pornstar like Pinky, that can work that vagina
Now bust it open for a real n*gga b*tch
The only n*gga spending bills in this b*tch
Drunk on Avion, she off pills in this b*tch
After that its Perignon, cause we still in this b*tch
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
My whole team ball like we just hit the lotto
We shining like the sparklers on the Avion bottles
When i throw some money all my n*ggas gone follow
So gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that ass clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that ass clap, (Bravo)