Poppin'

They say with the shit she be droppin'
Why ain't she popping yet?
They say the tip just the toppin'
Well they don't know nothing yet, man

If you only knew what the industry does to a girl like me
Not playing the victim 'cause boys they also see
Had a man in a black suit tell me what he gonna do
He gonna a crush my dream in just 15 minutes
If I don't sign to him
Fuck him, I still ain't finished
He said that shit but I'm too thick
And I'll be winnin' soon
So stack your dollars to the sky
Drive your Maserati and you probably cry
You probably cry

I've been bribed by dollars and even jewelry
I mean it's not new to me
Being blocked from many opportunities
Just because their rules don't do it for me
Not gonna change for no contacts
Not gonna give myself to you for just a contract
I don't care about no money and no cars
If I can't be who I am, I don't wanna be star

When I have a daughter I'll take her bachata
To teach her that rhythm, to notice the slither
The snakes in the grass
All them boys, all them boys only want that ass
Want, want, want that ass
And man they can hate me
But they can't really blame me for living one life
So I will live my life my way
And they can live life their way
I'll be happy if only my mama listen to this song
And mama I'll make it 'cause you made me strong

Why ain't she poppin', poppin'
Why ain't she poppin', poppin'
Ain't she poppin', ain't poppin'

Not enough real conversation
Look up at the constellations, woah oh
Not enough real conversation
Look up at the constellations, woah oh

Why ain't she poppin'?
Is it meant to be?
Success to you ain't success to me
And I'd rather take the long road
Than be a girl who sold her soul



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Writer(s): Joanne Hadjia
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