Poppin It
I got a intuition for some millions, I feel it
I used to be broke, I was scarred
I had it hard but I'm healing
I'm on the top floor wit ya broad
She don't wanna leave, she willing
Bae, I'm a star, exotic cars
I'm not ya average civilian
I'm poppin it, pop my shit
Poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
Poppin' it, pop my shit
Im poppin' it, poppin' it
Damn, I need an M for advancement
See potential, she tryna enhance me
And her momma and them calling me handsome
Running off with her heart like a bandit
But she holding lil P up for ransom
She can't get no dick, now she throwing a tantrum
Hit that hoe and get ghost like a phantom
I need some acres
All of these hoes like cattle so I need a pasture
Baby get on yo knees, I'm the master
Sippin' syrup while I talk to the pastor
I keep the 9 in my jeans like I'm Rondo
I got the bitch at the condo
I make the thot hit a high note
Bitch I'm a ape out the Congo
I'm bout cake, no I can't lay up
I can't stay here
He keep talking all that rara
Gon need a face lift
Got so high in Guatemala I seen a spaceship
Ooh that head so good wanna cuff ya down
I can't blame him
I got a intuition for some millions, I feel it
I used to be broke, I was scarred
I had it hard but I'm healing
I'm on the top floor wit ya broad
She don't wanna leave, she willing
Bae, I'm a star, exotic cars
I'm not ya average civilian
I'm poppin it, pop my shit
Poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
Poppin' it, pop my shit
Im poppin' it, poppin' it
I used to be broke, I was scarred
I had it hard but I'm healing
I'm on the top floor wit ya broad
She don't wanna leave, she willing
Bae, I'm a star, exotic cars
I'm not ya average civilian
I'm poppin it, pop my shit
Poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
Poppin' it, pop my shit
Im poppin' it, poppin' it
Damn, I need an M for advancement
See potential, she tryna enhance me
And her momma and them calling me handsome
Running off with her heart like a bandit
But she holding lil P up for ransom
She can't get no dick, now she throwing a tantrum
Hit that hoe and get ghost like a phantom
I need some acres
All of these hoes like cattle so I need a pasture
Baby get on yo knees, I'm the master
Sippin' syrup while I talk to the pastor
I keep the 9 in my jeans like I'm Rondo
I got the bitch at the condo
I make the thot hit a high note
Bitch I'm a ape out the Congo
I'm bout cake, no I can't lay up
I can't stay here
He keep talking all that rara
Gon need a face lift
Got so high in Guatemala I seen a spaceship
Ooh that head so good wanna cuff ya down
I can't blame him
I got a intuition for some millions, I feel it
I used to be broke, I was scarred
I had it hard but I'm healing
I'm on the top floor wit ya broad
She don't wanna leave, she willing
Bae, I'm a star, exotic cars
I'm not ya average civilian
I'm poppin it, pop my shit
Poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
Poppin' it, pop my shit
Im poppin' it, poppin' it
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Writer(s): Christopher Simms
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