Pop Me a Tag

I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back
I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back I

I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back
Young nigga all about racks
Use to be broke
Now I be popping them tags
Money up
I ain't going out sad
You splitting the bill
While I pay the whole tab
Bout my business
I'm on time I don't lag
Money up
Best believe I'm a brag
Wooh wooh
All this cash on me
My Pockets they thick like vault
Mad they broke
They Act like it's all my fault
Niggas hate
They be throwing that salt
I stay lit
I be making hot
Can't sell my soul
No I cannot be bought
Born hustle
No this cannot be taught
I'm stacking paper
Finally buy a whole lot

I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back
I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back I

Can't be broke
No that's not an option
Like a robber
I be stuffing my pockets
All this water
Got that drip like a faucet
Getting money
Keep it going don't stop it
Like a dealer
I'm collecting a fee
I'm a leader
They believing in me
War ready
I ain't takin no knee
Always fight
No I'm never gone flee
All this jewels on me
Shining bright
Make you blind
You can't see
Rooted up
Branching out
Like a tree
Locked in
I'm a throw away the key
Jamaican nigga
Got the gold
Like a Z
Kodak moment
Take a pic
I go glee
Replicas
They ain't me
Wanna best
Buzzing round
With my honey
No bees

I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back
I pop me a tag
I get to the bag
I go to the store and I spend it
Know I'm gone make that shit back



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Writer(s): Leroy Hibbert
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