Kanye West

"What’s Poppin"

[Intro: Jack Harlow]
What's poppin’? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I could pass that b*tch like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin’
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)

[Verse: Kanye West & Jack Harlow]
Off the meds
Vacheron with my Ralph Lauren
How this b*tch a full time leech and still beg on the side?
Off the meds, can't get out of the bed
Paparazzi waitin' like that mall on the Dawn of the Dead
I don't know you, my dawg, step away from the bus
Know they want me to fall, but my balance is just
You weren't with me when them struggles and battles was tough
So I cut your head off 'forе I give you a cut
When they tеll me I can't do it, it give me a rush
Ain’t got this type of bank account ’less you 50 and up
They on my motherf*ckin' di*k, all this dirt they tryin’ get
Go with whoever, I ain't got no pick, come through just to get that flick
Get back, go down, new 'Rari, slow down
Check the score, blow out, I'm a bull like the home town
Yeezys on, Yeezy bomber, wear my own designer
Name good, all my bridges open, go wherever, that’s power
She came from the club tryna f*ck, b*tch, get in the shower
You a kid to me, boy, I prolly f*cked your mama
Hundred Ms, you did that? Baddest chick in the world, you hit that?
Took your b*tch, you miss that?
All the fake buyers, b*tch, get back, yeah, get back (What's poppin'?)
b*tch, get back
Look what they doin', look what they sayin'
"That n*gga selfish, look at his mansion"
Thirty thousand square feet, secret rooms, look at the plan
Look at the money, look at the bands
I get on my knees, I'm thankin' the man
He said he ain't like that n*gga, I just seen him shakin' his hand
I'm shakin' my head, I'm shakin' my head
You like that Benz? They made it in France
But watch your hands, get back, get back, get back
Hunnid rounds, no kickback, mansion party, lil' kickback
Fake vibes, we ain't with that, champagne, gon' sip that
Hunnid rounds, no kickback, all the fake vibes, I ain't with that
My life a mofo, spot like some UFO
Price tag upon your soul, you sold it, you gotta go
Trade my respect for some attention? f*ck no
Lookin' at these b*tches bodies, girl, y'all overdose
Why y'all overdose?
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