Poppin My Collar (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
If your pus*y clean and you're bout' your green
Don't do it for the ones, do it for the beans (nana)
If you're riding clean and your whip mean (aye)
If you're puttin' on then put on your team! (put your n*ggas' on)
If you're sippin lean and it's really lean (that ain't lookin' right)
If you're gettin' money, you know what I mean
(you know what I mean)
Don't do it for the gram, do it for the fam (do it for your folks)
Don't say it in a tweet, do it in the streets!

{Verse 1: Quilly]
Nice day, 10 grand in a hundreds on a light day
Shooter goofy, ain't no if's or maybe's if he might spray
Pull up on my old head, make him feel some type of way
Used to give me 130 bundles, that was light YAY
Summer times, so I put the bombers in the closet
Low top Areans, Louie sweats; dark chocolate
Valentino jacket, she just want me cuz I'm poppin'
Keepin' up with Quilly got you f*ckin' up your profit
Fetti Wap, your Queen on my top like Ebonite
You got funny money, your paper like comics
Coke so pure, when we cook it up, I vomit
Malcolm X to these b*tches; get your hand out my pocket
If you ain't help me get it, you ain't gotta help me spend it
I get my beans right off the machine as they print it
I like my clip extended, Allah be my witness
Pistol whip a n*gga, f*ck the doctor; call the Dentist
Crack house landlord, take care of Tenants
When I whip coke, I bring it back like it's rented
Keep my money rubber band, I hate sloppy chedda
Bank account confident, I got c*cky chedda
Hit her then I f*ck her friend cuz she top me better
Murder rate high, this that catch a body weather
Pack of Lo tee's, ankle socks and huarache weather
Asked her "is we f*ckin'?", she told me "It's whatever"
When you shine the chopper, don't spit it out; gargle
My counter tops granite, my kitchen floor; marble
20 bottles, bring them to me plain, no sparkle
Your whole team pop and your b*tch lookin' awful
Both of my phones Apple, they pop like Snapple
In the field tryna touch down before I get tackled
She want me in her end zone, I just was in the friend zone
My cousin sell bricks, all he do is switch flip phones
Why you actin' Hollywood? You ain't ever been there
A few new n*ggas' with me but the rest been here
Calvin Klein undershirt, Burberry swimwear
Carry on luggage, I'll go shoppin' when I get there