Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

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

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

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

(All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes T-raw rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I'm court side at clip game Still pop ace king shit I'm with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) I'ma go and pop my shit Hold on let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I buy your bitch

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up