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[Intro]
'Cause n*ggas open the door for me, they be the first
And I'm ready to kick down the f*ckIN' DOOR!

[Verse 1]
C-Counting pesos in mi casa
(Breesh)
Running down on b*tches like Que Pasa
(What happen?)
n*ggas never had this ill nana...
Diamonds dancing on me lemme hit mi chacha
(BIG MAMA)
They was never moving how I move
Gotta ask me for permission if they wanna be excused
Stamp my brand on it like a permanent tattoo
I don't do the Q&A's, I stay on my Ps & Qs
You back out don't freeze
Betta back back back
They pull out and squeeze
That's that tat tat tat
Heard you got some cheese
That don't match my stats
Tryna flip a couple figures likе an Acrobat
If the dawgs Eva lost range
I'ma have to bе the vet
I turn pennies into dollahs
Hunnits now i get ah check
Talking supa supa crazy
Like she never give you sex
Tell that pus*y ass n*gga, lemme put it on his chest
(Muwah)
[Chorus]
Oh you think you poppin?!
(Huh)
n*ggas think you poppin?!
Like you b*tches think you poppin like?!
You think you got my options?!!
You Think you got this money and my vibe and these clothes...?!
How many b*tches want these problems?
(How many b*tches gon pull up get it poppin?)
How many n*ggas got 4 pockets?
(How many n*ggas got that stash in they pockets?)


[Verse 2]
My punani neva dirt, I keep it clean (Ask my n*gga...)
I'm too pretty to be pulling up my sleeves
I get chicken I ain't stressing off his meat (I got money)
I cause a problem every time they hear me speak
Cuban chain but I never change for sh*t
Jewelry come with many problems
sh*t be dangerous
You say you a gangsta?
They'll take ya sh*t!
(Cuz why you n*ggas acting like? ... mmm never Mind)
They having dreams 'bout Lola, like I'm that b*tch
I never lays with these n*ggas but I stack these chips
b*tches always think we cool til that ass get whipped
I'm at ya ranch with the stick now you feening to dip
Got ya dude on my heels Mariah shake em off
Got that bag filled i ain't have to take it off
And i still make him feel he gotta break it off
When i see them dollah signs ima take it off
(Yea)
[Chorus]
Oh you think you poppin?!
(Huh)
n*ggas think you poppin?!
Like you b*tches think you poppin like?!
You think you got my options?!!
You Think you got this money and my vibe and these clothes...?!
How many b*tches want these problems?
(How many b*tches gon pull up get it poppin?)
How many n*ggas got 4 pockets?
(How many n*ggas got that stash in they pockets?)