Rick Ross - Poppin' lyrics

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Rick Ross - Poppin' lyrics

[Intro] (laughter) Ado wade Mafia Young Rizel, where ma n***a Keason (Made back music) Empire state of mine New money, Prenny's running, ain't wet I love that, No tense I need you to send my beer homie [Hook] If you ain't handlin' business, you ain't boss n***a (huh) You whipping 6 figures, you ain't flossing n***a (hoh) Send that b**h in to get her a** done out in Mexico (woo) Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) You ain't handlin' business, you ain't boss n***a (huh) You whipping 6 figures, you ain't flossing n***a (hoh) Send that b**h in to get her a** done out in Mexico (woo) Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) If you ain't handlin' business, you ain't boss n***a (huh) You whipping 6 figures, you ain't flossing n***a (hoh) Send that b**h in to get her a** done out in Mexico (woo) Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) [Verse 1] Pop in mali, then we do the polygraph (woh) She would slide with poppy poly for a autograph (facts) Got it poppin' then am tipping on the stair (facts) Couple watches kept the baddest b**hes in the bed (woo) f** house arrest, moving how I want to move They in the news now they call me Ricky chronicles (what) Flip the page as you see am touching more paper (more paper) Get the b**h, now they screaming, Rosey don't save her At the light I let it out, you like a player wood (glare wood) Do it two fingers, just like I say I would (holla at you) And I run the city just as the mayor should (boss) Give the power to the people, trust me, that ain't good [Verse 2] You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a (you ain't poppin' n***a) Whole click, now to get it poppin' n***a (get it poppin' n***a) His stando hanging out my Polo bosses n***a (Polo bosses n***a) Po, pop shots, dream about boxing n***a Box a n***a in his game and they tyrna box me out (uh huh) Charles Barkley in the pace that you never rebound (that's it) I try to tell her, I don't love her, she's just the rebound (let's get it) But she don't listen, matter a fact, that's her texting me now I got to get it, I'm poppin', that's how am living Text poppin', yeah I admit it Order some Cause these b**hes know they be sippin' Lord knows they be thirsty, Lord knows I've been working (Lord) I've been positively k**ing these n***as, they know it's certain I be in a week, fans and weep, fans with my wheat Tam seeing bread through these wheat (I see it) Plans go a week, b**h long hair, we Weave in, young poppi, young king n***as better peeps you, Keese [Verse 3] Young n***a with his pistol in his chain now (bam) If they hate'n cause you striping out the slam house (aah) For [?] and some things we do to people pays My paper set up, unplugged, am in the drug trade I grew up with the k**ers and the robbers n***as They'd strip you out that bomb and ain't no robbers n***a Not the type they entertain what you pussies tweet Cause I could pop you with 'em things, see you in the street I'm really ready to wide and wreck the father rules Show you how I divide up all the work and move So now you understand why these n***as hate So homie you ain't poppin' if them n***as ain't A quarter kia have a n***a straight Been in this b**h so long, I watch the beaker break I talk dope cause it's universal You and all black slide n***a, you a lurk