Jess Jackson - Pop It lyrics

(verse 1) Walk up on this b**h with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand b**h, let the money burn, n***a no tan Got a young b**h, f**ing doing what she can she can! Pop k**a King Kong k**a' T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a b**h pop (pop) Pills 'till it's dinna' She a f**ing nympho, that's why I f** with her Whistle while you twerk p**y singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a b**h to a hanger Lay your sh** out, now you're planking, you're planking I'm saying! (hook) One two and the b**h came Break a b**h heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my sh** bang? Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h One two and the b**h came Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h Pop pop pop Pop it b**h All these hoes know my damn name (Verse 2) She don't give brain, that's a damn shame I don't find the sh** funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the sh** is praying I'm just riding around getting it...two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope b**h where the Novocain b**hs saying I'm the bomb, oh man Blow the p**y up, heir to the s** game! Roll 8, make them b**hes bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz Make a scene like she act Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad? I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying (hook) Lift that a** up, up And bring that a** down, down Bring that a** up, up Shake that a** to the ground (Hook)