Three 6 Mafia - Poppin' My Collar lyrics

Chorus X2 Well every since I can remember I been poppin my collar poppin poppin my collar poppin poppin my collar Well every since I can remember I've been workin' dese hoes & dey put my money in my hand (in my hand) DJ Paul Now when it comes 2 gettin bread, I got the keys 2 the bakery A lotta dudes swearin' dey playin, mane dey sum fakery Let me catch yo girl about sum workin' in my sight And believe i'm gon at cha in the daylight wit a flashlight I'm tryin 2 get paid however money iz made A lotta dudes like 2 pay ladiez 2 get laid But me i ain't no pimp, i just luv 2 borra Take it from a fat b**h, ugly b**h I mob'er 4 real Juicy J Well U know me by the Juice Mane hangin' out wit big Treece Standin' on the porch drankin liquor, drunk, smokin' weed Tryin 2 get a paycheck but welfare hadddin came yet That Y i stay in a girl it'll keep that p**y wet so i can get paid & relax in the shade and say f** a 9 to 5 cuz a n***a tired ov slavin Itz never ez for a playa in the hood on the come up If i meet a gal wit three 3 kidz or more, she'll get done up Chorus Crunchy Blac She's just another hoe that i meet in the hood i told i was Crunchy Blac & it wuz all good she might as well gon head & s** up on my wood & let me whisper somethin' in her ear if i could i got sum hoes that'll bring yo boy about sum good That ghetty green know what i mean dey b**hes understood That hammod no shourt about sum muthaf**in sluud U know that bad b**h'll make me cut a f**in' rug U better go out there and get my money in the mud I'll hit U in the head & leave yo head wit a plug U know i gotta have gotta get my money, what? These hoes out here be f**in' for a muthaf**in dub (freaky b**h) Chorus