French Montana - Pop That Lyrics
Featuring: Drake, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross
Send this Ringtone to your Cell[Hook]
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
(Drop that pussy b*tch)
I'm young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy b*tch)
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce [x4]
What you twerkin' with [x4]
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' 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 chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that's a wop
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 hella smoke, b*tch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three Benz I'm on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the 'gatti, that pussy soaking
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I love my big booty b*tches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
B*tches know I'm that n*gga
Talkin' 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 pussy b*tch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy b*tch
Film it, film it
This b*tch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no f*cking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my b*tches too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them b*tches carrots
F*ck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
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[Verse 3: Drake]
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy n*ggas 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*ck back then we the sh*t right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf*ckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys to that b*tch right now
OVO that's major sh*t, Toronto with me that's mayor sh*t
Gettin cheddar passes like KD, OKC that's playa sh*t
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*ck 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*ggas '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
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[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
B*tch! Stop talkin' that sh*t
And suck a n*gga d*ck for some Trukfit
Okay I f*ck a b*tch and I'm gone
That's gangsta Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I'm f*ckin with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my b*tch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
B*tch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM-Beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I'm a beast I'm off the leash
I am rich like a b*tch
On my proactive sh*t, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And n*gga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Motherf*cker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm 5′5" but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, f*ck Joe
It's Weezy F, f*ck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!
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