Round Of Applause

[Intro: Los]
Zero
It's Los
Gotta be a believer baby
Let's go

[Chorus: Chris Notez]
Oh-oh, ey-ey
And they ain't sayin nothin
If they ain't talkin money to me
I hear alot of chit chatter
But my pockets gettin fatter
So you know it sound funny to me
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
Oh-oh, ey-ey
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
How bout a round of applause?
Oh-oh, ay-ay, ey-ay
Oh-oh, ey-ay, ey-ay

[Verse 1: Los]
Okay, welcome to my world, bitch
We be on that thorough shit
And you be on that girl
You be-you be on that girl shit
Welcome to my block hoe
Don't nobody bias
Don't nobody know karate nigga
You know what that glock for
Gotta be a better way
Gotta be a different route
Gotta get my figures up
Gotta get my niggas out
Y'all should pull a Snickers out
I think I'm a be a while
Money make a nigga happy
And I think I need a smile
So much on my little mind
So much in so little time
Nobody solidified me
I stuck to my little grind
Now I'm in that big body
Sittin on them big wheels
Lil fella, big dreams
Nigga, I'm a big deal

[Chorus: Chris Notez]
Oh-oh, ey-ey
And they ain't sayin nothin
If they ain't talkin money to me
I hear alot of chit chatter
But my pockets gettin fatter
So you know it sound funny to me
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
Oh-oh, ey-ey
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
How bout a round of applause?
Oh-oh, ay-ay, ey-ay
Oh-oh, ey-ay, ey-ay

[Verse 2: Los]
Okay, cook it til it bubble up
Whip it til it double up
Rock it, chop it, bag it, flip it
Nigga, just don't fuck it up
Struggle with a passion
You wanna go and get it
Just be humble in your actions
And hustle til it happens
Yeah, what kinda question does the fear raise?
No questions, it's Maybachs in my near days
Versaci shades, and ocean beach from my staircase
And you just standin there with a scared face
And if I fall, so what? I'm so with it
I get up like a go-getta and go get it
Yeah, they gotta give it to me one time
Made it thru the rainy days
I'm ready for my sunshine

[Chorus: Chris Notez]
Oh-oh, ey-ey
And they ain't sayin nothin
If they ain't talkin money to me
I keep alot of chicks chatter
From my pockets gettin fatter
So you know it sound funny to me
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
Oh-oh, ey-ey
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
How bout a round of applause?

[Verse 3: Los]
Flashbacks, gun shots, caution tape
Best friends and relatives who haunts his fate
Double crosses, setbacks, let downs
Feelin corned, closed in, shut down
Hard times, long days, late nights
We fall down then get up and take flight
Yeah, this for all the ones that never get a chance
I can't wait to kick it with you
Promise we gon' sit and laugh
Promise we gon' joke about
The times that we didn't have
All my peoples with a dream
Just don't let your vision pass
Those who never gave the time
Say they wanna know you now
Wasn't round when shit was tough
They just wanna slow you down
Homie, what I owe you now?
I see where we all stand
How you gon' take credit for
Something that was in God's plans?
If you real I salute ya
Born to make history, nigga I'm the future

[Chorus: Chris Notez]
Oh-oh, ey-ey
And they ain't sayin nothin
If they ain't talkin money to me
I hear alot of chit chatter
But my pockets gettin fatter
So you know it sound funny to me
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
Oh-oh, ey-ey
I'm makin haters bow down to the boss
I'm a rider and I'm down for the cause
How bout a round of applause?