Songtext von Pop My Shit

Pop your shit I been pop, pop, poppin' shit Let me pop my shit Yeah, let me pop my shit Niggas flat-out hatin' (for what?), you ain't no opp of shit Ha, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit You might catch me in a tux' (suited) Factory on the phantom and you pussies know what's up (know what's up) Bowtie on my collar (collar), hundred thousand dollars And my slippers sayin' Prada And my ho don't give me problems My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (woo) I'm a street nigga, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (woo) And it's all there Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin' at God? Y'all hittin' all air My cars ain't no flex to me Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (okay, okay) Shе can't get these racks from mе, gotta arch that back for me Wake her up, put her back to sleep (yeah) Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (okay) Tell the world how you fuck with me now, pop your shit Yeah, let me pop my shit Niggas flat-out hatin' (hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit Ha, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (pah, pah) Yeah, let me pop my shit Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit Ha, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (yeah, yeah) I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted you I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step Real leader, won't tell my dog do somethin' I wouldn't do myself We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and we leave fendi on the shelf Your rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself Million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy Plug trust me, weed musty Streets love me and I love 'em back Gave my bitch a million, she been turnin' up, don't know how to act Here's another million, better flip that shit and bring it back Real hustler, so that's the type of shit that I attract And she turn me on, ridin' that dick and talkin' 'bout a sack Pop your shit Yeah, let me pop my shit Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit Ha, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (I am, I will) Yeah, let me pop my shit Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit Ha, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit I be on that straight get to the money And we opposite I be on that straight get to the money Don't make me drop some shit