Some girls they act retarded Bumpin' and grindin' that pole We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt) I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up Some girls

'Cause we gon' get it poppin’ tonight No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club We only got one life, so let’s go hard 'til the day we die Oh ain't nobody going home, you know what you came

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

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

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

I'm n luv with a stripper She popping she rolling she rolling She climbing that pole and She tripping she playing she playing I'm not going nowhere girl I'm staying I'm n luv with a stripper Yea yea yea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night

You do what you want when you poppin' First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you got it Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot

Poppin' on X, poppin' on X Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!) Poppin' on X, pills (poppin' on X) Got a new car, got a new bitch Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!) Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!) Poppin' on X, pills (yuh, X)

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Girl it ain't a thang over here Blowing money fast over here Popping champagne over here, oh yeah Girl it ain't a thang over here, oh yeah Blowing money fast over here, oh yeah Blowing all this cash on this side Girl this summer, you'll be looking for