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点击复制Poppin' (Remix|Explicit) - Rico Richie/Chris Brown/French Montana/Meek Mill
If you got a motherf**kin cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now skrrr and contribute haan
Squat made the beat
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems
You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a
I met a b**ch from uptown I'm like woah
Patrón shots a couple of rounds she like woah
My niggas ain't f**king around they gon go
Think I'ma spend a check on that p**sy I'm like no
I put your b**ch in a Phantom that sh*t big as a planet
Got some b**ches in Paris that speaking French like Montana
Got a b**ch in the projects she be holding her hammer
Landed in California bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my b**ch from Miami she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that p**sy she thinking she Billie Jean
I got a TEC sitting on the step and that's on the set
Here I go wring a ni**a neck all about a check yeah I know
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems
You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a
Hey f**k 12 Eazy E voice f**k 12
I had to get it out the streets had no choice
I pulled up to my P.O. in a Rolls-Royce
Your b**ches fell in love with a D-boy
Richie bout his paper bout his cheese boy
The streets gon vouch for me so I don't need nothing
They couldn't stop the boy they couldn't see it coming
Motherf**ka I'm tryna stack a hundred commas
Richie
Millions in the kitchen put that on my mama on my mama
South beach Richie eating crab and lobster
I'm standing with some trappers you don't want no problems
I'm standing with some killers ni**a blocka blocka
I'm standin at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping it
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping
If you don't got no paper you ain't popping it
Meek Milly uh I used to dream of this sh*t
With my pen and my pad I had a dream to get rich
But now I got all this money like I don't need all this sh*t
Can't talk no guns or no Phantom cause I done seen all this sh*t
I know I talk about stunting you wanna cop you a rollie
But ni**a save up your money go get a block with yo homie
Bust it down with yo ni**a don't try and flex for the street
Tryna stunt for them hoes and have you broke in a week
I say ni**a you ain't popping I got all these options
I been 12'o'clock and Kawasakis through the projects
My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord
I'm standing at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping it
If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping
If you don't got no paper you ain't popping it
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us
They heard I'm with the killers and the robbers
If I don't fire hammers and the choppers
I be ridin til they free Wavie Crockett
Catch ya sipping dirty at the house
My niggas you don't rap cause you can't stop us
Luh ya papi me and J. Lo in the projects
Ni**a you couldn't see us with binoculars
Hook game like coppers brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like the Falcons ball like Francis with the Rockets
This that vintage Chanel drinking twisting cigars
Mixin Cris in the dark crying gripping the odds
Hit my man up I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter I be riding like the Pope Montana
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems
You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a