Asher Roth - Pop Radio lyrics

Bruce hit me up quarter past a digit Had the freaking fortitude to ask me if I'm with it Well of course yeah I'm sure are you kidding? I mean it's only fitting sh** I do it for a living When you sing a song in sixpence pocket full of rye Mr. Bread winner take a slice of humble pie Sit on down and listen you won't have to wonder why Hit Atlantis in the spring spent my summers out in Oz On that baw with a baw da bang da bang Man it's so strange we all came from orangutans Now we got names shiny things and bang the bangs Stay in young lane young man don't you change a thing We gonna get high if you wanna it's my birthday party Now I ride in excursions and I call shotty Bang tap slang slap entertain with the brain rap Wanted new frames and engraved you should arrange that sponsored links Great dames guard the strains and the rain stash Ain't playing' games paid in cash with the grain stack? Stay black, wait let me rephrase that Give it to you straight never stray let 'em play hash Pop radio Pop radio Pop radio Hear us coming' Now they running fo' the door Lock stock two barrels smoking a stogie You call it a sub my homies call it a hoagie Turn around like we just did the hokey pokey Low key flow rope a dope keeps it grown Steve Aoki I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel Jeez at least release the beats with Pharrell I mean for real you just peace and leave your cell Took the keys from Alicia even beast kiss and tell That's the Bell beauty owned by Drew Hill Got them red shells ready and I'm coming for the k** If that plan fails well then sh** you front the bill If they drop me from the label I'll be selling for a mil Sk**s Never leaving home without 'em Lost them in the couch Looked around and then I found them Make your momma proud Make your father even prouder Play the newest Roth Make the volume even louder Like at the pool all the kids who call me powder Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder Branch out I'll splatter your grey matter When I'm late for a date Drink tea with the sane hatter Like Pop radio Pop radio Pop radio Hear us coming' Now they running fo' the door