Big Poppa

I got Alotta
Fendi, Gucci, and Prada
& when it comes to this money
You see these hoes don't get nada
Oh yea I do it so proper
Them ladies call me big poppa
Put yo smoke in the air
If you a real player
When I walk in they stare
These 800 pair
& these my everyday wear
They say I ain't playing fair
You my girl gotta share
Like my hoes by the pair
Damn, my homie just got shot
So please keep him in yo prayer
No you can't be a fool
& trust everyone that you round
Or you'll end up on the news
Get lost and never be found
Watch me go roll up some Kush
And break it down by the pound
We ain't ain't worried bout nothing
Kus it's enough to go round

She get on four like a chair
Like when I pull on her hair
Told me her husband a clown
That's why she having affair
I can't fuck wit no square
Told that hoe I'm a player
Make her walk down Trapicana
From the strip to Decatur
And how can I be quiet
When we be smoking that loud
Put the weed in rotation
Just like a merry go round
Throw that money in the air
She pick it up from the ground
You should see the freaky things she do when no ones around
I use to rock Dada
And now it's Dolce Gabanna
I swear so hot in my city
That it done turn to a sauna
Got that green like Iguana
But got no words for your honor
Flying in that marijuana
On a plane from Tijuana

I got Alotta
Fendi, Gucci, and Prada
& when it comes to this money
You see these hoes don't get nada
Oh yea I do it so proper
Them ladies call me big poppa
Put yo smoke in the air
If you a real player
When I walk in they stare
These 800 pair
& these my everyday wear
They say I ain't playing fair
You my girl gotta share
Like my hoes by the pair
Damn, my homie just got shot
So please keep him in yo prayer



Credits
Writer(s): Abel Leba
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