Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Popping, stopping, hopping like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinking wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set

Shawty, shawty She throwing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li, li, like I like it She keep it on and poppin' Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking Shawty keep it on and poppin' Oh, oh, oh yeah The way you wearing that top got

I think you are a lost queen Let me serve you, serve you Ain't gotta ask me to What planet are you from, girl? And are there others like you there? And could you do that magic trick again? Poppin' up from nowhere Though my planet's full of warfare You

Needed a reason to go off, I think I found one (I think I found one) Don't know what legend is until you been around one (been around one) We poppin' champagne on a jet, think I been wildin' (you're wild) Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee,

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

I'm on some kind of drug Fire be burnin' in my hotel room Come through, champagne be poppin' System be knockin' in my hotel room Can't explain all the ways you get me high Can't explain, don't keep me waiting all night Girl, come through, them bath water

But we don't care People are watching! The way I am touching your body 'Cause we don't care See you droppin' and poppin' Makes me want to keep grinding But we don't care (oh-ooh) See I bet you're nasty When you're on the dance floor