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Poppin' (Remix)

Rico Richie, Chris Brown, Meek Mill2015年12月22日

Lyrics

Poppin' (Remix) - Rico Richie/Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Meek Mill

If you got a motherf**kin cheque in your pocket

 

Pull it out right now skrrr and contribute haan

 

Squat made the beat

I'm standing at a table full of bottles

 

I'm standing at a table full of robbers

 

Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems

 

You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

I met a b**ch from uptown I'm like woah

 

Patrón shots a couple of rounds she like woah

My niggas ain't f**king around they gon go

Think I'ma spend a check on that p**sy I'm like no

 

I put your b**ch in a Phantom that sh*t big as a planet

Got some b**ches in Paris that speaking French like Montana

 

Got a b**ch in the projects she be holding her hammer

Landed in California bout to go to Atlanta

To meet my b**ch from Miami she want beef on the table

I moonwalk in that p**sy she thinking she Billie Jean

I got a TEC sitting on the step and that's on the set

Here I go wring a ni**a neck all about a check yeah I know

I'm standing at a table full of bottles

 

I'm standing at a table full of robbers

 

Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems

 

You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

 

Hey f**k 12 Eazy E voice f**k 12

I had to get it out the streets had no choice

 

I pulled up to my P.O. in a Rolls-Royce

 

Your b**ches fell in love with a D-boy

 

Richie bout his paper bout his cheese boy

The streets gon vouch for me so I don't need nothing

 

They couldn't stop the boy they couldn't see it coming

 

Motherf**ka I'm tryna stack a hundred commas

 

Richie

Millions in the kitchen put that on my mama on my mama

South beach Richie eating crab and lobster

 

I'm standing with some trappers you don't want no problems

 

I'm standing with some killers ni**a blocka blocka

 

I'm standin at a table full of trappers

 

I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA

 

My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers

 

Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping it

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping

 

If you don't got no paper you ain't popping it

Meek Milly uh I used to dream of this sh*t

With my pen and my pad I had a dream to get rich

But now I got all this money like I don't need all this sh*t

Can't talk no guns or no Phantom cause I done seen all this sh*t

I know I talk about stunting you wanna cop you a rollie

But ni**a save up your money go get a block with yo homie

 

Bust it down with yo ni**a don't try and flex for the street

Tryna stunt for them hoes and have you broke in a week

I say ni**a you ain't popping I got all these options

 

I been 12'o'clock and Kawasakis through the projects

 

My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers

 

Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord

 

I'm standing at a table full of trappers

 

I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA

 

My niggas they don't rap but look like rappers

 

Cause when we get that work we flip it backwards Lord

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping it

 

If you ain't got no paper you ain't popping

 

If you don't got no paper you ain't popping it

 

You ran up on my set and tried to knock us

 

They heard I'm with the killers and the robbers

 

If I don't fire hammers and the choppers

 

I be ridin til they free Wavie Crockett

 

Catch ya sipping dirty at the house

 

My niggas you don't rap cause you can't stop us

 

Luh ya papi me and J. Lo in the projects

Ni**a you couldn't see us with binoculars

 

Hook game like coppers brick squad like Flocka

 

Let the birds fly like the Falcons ball like Francis with the Rockets

This that vintage Chanel drinking twisting cigars

Mixin Cris in the dark crying gripping the odds

Hit my man up I had to go

 

Bulletproof sprinter I be riding like the Pope Montana

 

I'm standing at a table full of bottles

 

I'm standing at a table full of robbers

 

Trust me ni**a you don't want no problems

 

You gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

 

If you ain't got no haters you ain't popping ni**a

 

***歌詞來自第三方***