Dolla Poppin (feat. Abbi Fxx)

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga
Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga
Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Get up on that pole and do some tricks

And make your ass talk
CasaMigos got me buckin
Make a nigga fuck a rack off
Grind slow until it's fully automatic

Knock your back off
Know you fishin' for this Goodbar
Eat the chocolate, suck my lap off
Make her earn this thunderstorm

And, baby, you gon' blow the cap off
Get this money off the floor
And, baby, you can take the tags off
Say she's lookin' for a cash cow

Make it storm until it black out
Got her twerkin' with her ass out
Get that bag, push that pack out
I'm known to make it snow

It don't really matter season
,Yeah it's strange for some change
Do some odd till we even
Pussy sweet like Reese's piecey

Grind on dick until it's leaky
All the linkin' with you, sneaky
Dollars, twenties, hundreds, fifties, Money
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit

Throw them dollars, throw them racks
I See them bands don't know how to act
I throw this ass, he wanna come to the back
Got ballers in the club, got rappers with plaques
Different tax bracket

All the hoes, they causing racket
Want the attention, tryna be seen
But I'm looking cute, dripped out, so clean
Bending over, touching toes

Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know
The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro
The bottle's coming cause we need more
One's raining in my cup, pour

Bad bitches to the floor
Turn up, tryna have a good time
Got four, five rich niggas waiting in line
Bending over, touching toes

Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know
The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro
The bottle's coming cause we need more
In the club, don't wanna leave

My makeup's smudged, fuck up my weave
Then we do it again the next day
Ladies getting in free, who the fuck gon' pay

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit