Poppin’ It lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Yeah, f*ckin' up her jaws like some dental (Low the Great)
Ditchin' school after ten, I'm on Central
b*tch blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you"
She let me beat the pus*y up, instrumental (Ron-Ron do that sh*t)

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Hoppin' out Rolls truck, ain't no rental
Two b*tches, I'm like Malcolm in the Middle
They keep askin' if I like 'em, just a little
Lame n*ggas ain't with us, we ain't with 'em

[Verse 3: 1TakeJay]
Ayy, money ain't the issue
I wipe my ass with it like it's tissue
Christian Louboutins got me bleedin' like a menstrual
Your chain gold-plated, mines more like Skittles

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
b*tch, you better feel appreciated if I hit you
Love it when I hit her from the back, she got dimples
In the White House like Obama, presidential
Top kinda trash, but it's cool, she got potential

[Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Whoopin' AT&T, I'm a phone buster
Yeah, it's on us, f*ck the truck, we ain't Bone Crusher
Keep designers on my feet, can't no Foams touch 'em
Metro got me on my ass, this some strong Gusher
[Verse 6: 1TakeJay]
I be lyin' to these b*tches like I don't got it
I ain't died, but I let her suck the soul out it
Bought a strap 'cause this money bring more problems
No pause, but a n*gga gettin' more commas

[Verse 7: Jeeezy]
All my real homies, met 'em in the Low Bottoms
Ran it up in Miami like I'm Jeff Thomas
All the smoke at the stu', it's a big sauna
n*ggas act just like hoes, call 'em Big Mama

[Verse 8: 1TakeJay]
f*ck a square b*tch, I go stupid, I don't care, b*tch
Walkin' through the mud, I'ma buy another pair, b*tch
Too exclusive, I pulled up in a McLaren
I'm a shootin' star, watch this b*tch start starin'

[Verse 9: Jeeezy]
I got three b*tches with me, n*gga, but I'm sharin'
Yeah, she call me daddy, but a n*gga ain't a parent
Palm Angels 'fit, b*tch, don't ask me what I'm wearin'
I got fifty b*tches, I ain't worried 'bout no marriage

[Verse 10: 1TakeJay]
Bugs Bunny in my ears, I got carats
Don't ask, b*tch you can't afford what I'm wearin'
I don't care, but my b*tch named Karen
Pillow talkin', n*gga, you remind me of a parrot
[Verse 11: BlueBucksClan DJ]
n*gga shoppin' downtown, I can't wear it
Dior store, gon' crazy, ain't no clearance
It's gon' cost a couple bands for my appearance
Tesla ran out of juice, I'm embarrassed

[Verse 12: Jeeezy & 1TakeJay]
No soda, I got n*ggas sittin' in the can
I wear Off-Whites like a n*gga tryna get a tan
Richie Rich, I got hundreds, Benjamins
n*gga, I'm the one, but a n*gga ain't a minute man

[Verse 13: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Dog a b*tch, but to her mama, I'm a gentleman
Weak b*tches at my house, we get rid of them
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, yeah, I sit in there
All beige Louis boots, these ain't Timberland