Poppin' My Collar

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)

Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they playin', man they some fakery
Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon be at ya in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryna get paid however money is made
A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me, I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real

Well, you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on tha porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work, fur ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet

So I can get paid and relax in the shade
And say, "Fuck a nine-to-five" 'cause a nigga tired of slavin'
It's never easy for a player in the hood on the come up
If I meet a girl with three kids or more, she get done up

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)

She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could

I got some hoes out there bring ya boy back some good
That ghetty green, you know what I mean, let's get this understood
Ain't havin' no shout at no motherfuckin' slut
You know I'm actin' bitch, don't make cut a fuckin' rug

You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit ya in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have it, gotta get my money, what?
These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfuckin' dub, freak bitch!

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)

Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Darnell Carlton, Paul D. Beauregard, Donald Pears Ii, Willie Hutchinson
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