Pop My *** Lyrics – Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
Pop your ***
I been pop, pop, poppin’ ***
Let me pop my ***
Yeah, let me pop my ***
Niggas flat-out hatin’ (For what?), you ain’t no opp of ***
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some ***
You might catch me in a tux’ (Suited)
Factory on the Phantom and you pussies know what’s up (Know what’s up)
Bowtie on my collar (Collar), hundred thousand dollars
And my slippers sayin’ Prada
And my ho don’t give me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo)
I’m a street ***, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (Woo)
And it’s all there
Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin’ at God? Y’all hittin’ all air
My cars ain’t no flex to me
Any *** stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
She can’t get these racks from me, gotta arch that back for me
Wake her up, put her back to sleep (Yeah)
Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (Okay)
Tell the world how you *** with me now, pop your ***
Yeah, let me pop my ***
Niggas flat-out hatin’ (Hatin’), you ain’t no opp of ***
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some *** (Pah, pah)
Yeah, let me pop my ***
Niggas flat-out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of ***
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some ***
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah)
I’m consistent, I won’t ever let up if I wanted you
I’m persistent, I see every detail and won’t skip a step
Real leader, won’t tell my dog do somethin’ I wouldn’t do myself
We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Your rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn’t help myself
Million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plug trust me, *** musty
Streets love me and I love ’em back
Gave my *** a million, she been turnin’ up, don’t know how to act
Here’s another million, better flip that *** and bring it back
Real hustler, so that’s the type of *** that I attract
And she turn me on, ridin’ that *** and talkin’ ’bout a sack
Pop your ***
Yeah, let me pop my ***
Niggas flat-out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of ***
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some *** (I am, I will)
Yeah, let me pop my ***
Niggas flat-out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of ***
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some ***
I be on that straight get to the money
And we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money
Don’t make me drop some ***