Rick Ross - Pop That lyrics

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Rick Ross - Pop That lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Luke] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that [Rick Ross] Drop that p**y, b**h [Drake & Rick Ross] I'm young Papi, Champagne They know the face, and they know the name Drop that p**y, b**h [Hook 2: French Montana] What you t**n' with Work, work, work, work, bounce What you t**n' with [Verse 1: French Montana] Work, work, work, work, work, work What you twerk with Throw it, bust it open Show me what you twerk with Ass so fat need a lap dance I'm in that white ghost chasing Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc Hundred large bring a mop Cars tinted like Barack Got a Brinks truck in my pocket Thirty chains on my collar Two drops, no mileage Top off like Wallace And I'm inhaling smoke, b**h know that Filthy rich before rap Your new deal, I throw that Three beans I'm on that (Haaan) We pop a molly, she buss it open (Haaan) She seen the 'gatti, that p**y soaking [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I love my big booty b**hes, my life a Godfather picture Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper b**hes know I'm that n***a Talking four-door Bugatti, I'm the life of the party Let's get these hoes on the Molly You know I came to stunt So drop that p**y, b**h I got what you want, drop that p**y, b**h Film it, film it, this b**h want me to film it Balling, balling like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's 50...100, I see no f**ing limits Shout out to Uncle Luke Shout out my b**hes too We the 2 Live Crew Two for me, two for you Feed them b**hes carrots f** em like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish [Hook] [Verse 3: Drake] I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple I hope you p**y n***as hating never make a nickel It's good to make it better when your people make it with you Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it with you It's about to be a hit right now, f** back then we the sh** right now Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf**in' crib Picking up the keys to that b**h right now OVO that's major sh**, Toronto with me that's mayor sh** Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player sh** We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike I shine different, I rhyme different Only thing you got is some years on me Man f** you and your time difference I'm Young Papi, champagne They know the face and they know the name Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains And you'd owe me change, ah! Greystone, twenty bottles that's on me On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my n***as 'til they all free One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] b**h! Stop talkin' that sh** And s** a n***a dick for some Trukfit Okay I f** a b**h and I'm gone That's gangsta: Al Capone I make that p**y spit like Bone I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone I'm f**in with French, excuse my French I lose my mind before I lose my b**h Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing b**h I ball like two eyelids YMCM beat that p**y up, stop playin' I make her a** scream and holla like rock bands I'm a beast, I'm off the leash I am rich like a b**h On my Proactiv sh**, pop that p**y like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And n***a, you's a square And I will twist you like in a Rubik's Motherf**er I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick ho I'm 5′5” but I could 6-9 Then beat that p**y like Klitschko It's French Montana, f** Joe It's Weezy F, f** hoes It's Truk the world It's Truk yo girl It's Trukfit by the truck load, b*atch! [Hook]