Poppin’ It lyrics

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Ain't sip drank in fifty days, but I'm dyin' just to sip
Better have a baby Dracy if you slide in this whip
I'm icy as a b*tch, two hundred thousand on the kit
n*ggas poppin' all this money, ain't even icier than my b*tch
I'm a bad motherf*cker, I'm still floatin' off them yerkies
You want a song with Threezy? Bring ten thousand for a verse
I'm rich as a b*tch, I make money in my sleep
Stove crackin' Threezy, I bring flockers to your street
Bad b*tch with me, look like a model when she walk
Rich n*gga lingo, it sound like money when I talk
Fly motherf*cker, it's tattoos 'round my head
The plug throwin' bricks in the streets like he Craig
Big baller Threezy, it's a Rollie watch, n*gga
Squabble who, n*gga? I'm Mr. Bust-Triggers
Sevеral hundred gram Cuban, makin' my back hurt
I got thirty thousand cash sittin' in the Chanel pursе
I blew hella bands on jewelry, I'm probably gon' buy more
Rocks on my hand like the n*gga on Fantastic Four
Diamonds on my body and all of them b*tches flawless
If this ain't stuntin', then what the f*ck do you call it?
I'm a young, hot n*gga with a cooling kit on the chopper
Got a safe and I want it, can't nothin' you do stop us
Recoil on the micro, I been done blew my shoulder out
Keep poppin' on 'Gram, we gon' wait at his mama house
Is you gon' take a risk to get some pape' or not, n*gga?
If you ain't gettin' pape', at least go be a block spinner
I'm rich as a b*tch, but you can't get next to me
We make examples out of n*ggas, play, we stretchin' him
We ain't sellin' no strap, just paid twelve hundred for a MAC
I take Perkies 'fore I act, not for no pain in my back
Marni on my skin, wear it in any type of weather
Bought two outfits and I just came here for a sweater
Bust baby down, she ain't with me, she ain't got diamonds
Chauffeur ridin', the back seats be reclinin'
Whole body covered when I peel up out the shirt
She get what she want and she ain't even gotta work