Poppin It lyrics

[Intro]
(Let the BandPlay)
I don't need to be poppin, I can pop it
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm laced in the latest, These b*tches be lovin' my fragrance, I drip in the latest attire
I ain't runnin' from smoke, I start up a fire, no one go to sleep until somebody fly
Stand up like a statue, I say it, I mean it, go ask all my b*tches, they know I don't lie
It cost me too much money for me to be lyin', my mouth full of diamonds, I don't look like Plies
I see a b*tch lookin', I open my mouth, this b*tch ain't even try to look me in my eyes
You gotta go break out them racks, they impressed, she look at my smile and she know I'm a vibe
Yeah, I got them racks, but I really go spend 'em, you n*ggas be holdin' that sh*t 'till you die
I'm really expensive, my neck cost a house and I'm runnin' through money to live in the sky

[Chorus]
Yeah, I could be poppin' it, but I don't really be poppin' it, humble as f*ck, but I'm rich
Ice on my esophagus, I know the ho wanna swallow me, they on a rich n*gga di*k
My b*tch got a body and got a good head on her body, I wake up to top and some grits
I tell her bend over and she get to poppin' it, grab this banana and threw her a split
Yeah, I could be poppin' it, but I don't really be poppin' it, humble as f*ck, but I'm rich
Ice on my esophagus, I know the ho wanna swallow me, they on a rich n*gga di*k
My b*tch got a body and got a good head on her body, I wake up to top and some grits
I tell her bend over and she get to poppin' it, grab this banana and threw her a split

[verse 2]
I hit from the back and then I got a split, I got me a bag that I gotta go get
I got too much sh*t that I like to go buy, I shop in New York like I play for the Knicks
I don't do no hoopin', I play with that grass, I jump out the porch and I jump me a fence
I got in the field and I never look back and now I got way more green than the Grinch
And now I got power like I'm 50 Cent and I got bad b*tches like Drake in the 6
And now I got way more haters than Craig, but I got these choppas on choppas, ya dig?
Yeah, I been trappin' since I was a kid, yeah, I got rich and my head got big
I got some new money, but still got old friends, and my b*tch got way more ass than Megan
[Chorus]
Yeah, I could be poppin' it, but I don't really be poppin' it, humble as f*ck, but I'm rich
Ice on my esophagus, I know the ho wanna swallow me, they on a rich n*gga di*k
My b*tch got a body and got a good head on her body, I wake up to top and some grits
I tell her bend over and she get to poppin' it, grab this banana and do her a split

[Outro]
Yeah, grab a banana and threw her a split
They know when I'm poppin' my sh*t
I don't even be poppin' my sh*t
Muney