French Montana - Pop That Lyrics
[Featuring: Drake, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross][Hook]Don't stop, pop that, don't stopPop that pop that pop that[Rick Ross]Drop that ***** *****[Drake]I’m young Papi, ChampagneThey know the face, and they know the name(Drop that ***** *****)What you twerkin’ with?Work, work, work, work, bounce (x4)What you twerkin’ with (x4)[French Montana]Work, work, work, work, work, workWhat you twerkin’ withThrow it, bust it openShow me what you twerk withAss so fat, need a lap danceI’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac-ManHundred out the lot, I be leaning that CirocHundred large bring a mopCars tinted like BarackGot a brinks truck in my pocketThirty chains on my collarTwo drops, no mileageTop off like WallaceAnd I’m hella smoke, ***** know thatFilthy rich before rapYour new deal, I throw thatThree beans I’m on thatWe pop a molly, she buss it openShe seen the 'gatti, that ***** soaking[Hook][Rick Ross]I love my big booty *****esMy life a Godfather pictureLocal club in my cityI fell in love with a stripper*****es know I’m that niggaTalkin four door BugattiI’m the life of the partyLet's get these hoes on the MollyYou know I came to stuntSo drop that ***** *****I got what you wantDrop that ***** *****Film it, film itThis ***** want me to film itBallin’, ballin’, like I play for New EnglandSpend it, spend it, spend a stack every minuteThats fifty, one hundred, I see no *****ing limitsShout out to Uncle LukeShout out my *****es tooWe the 2 Live Crew2 for me, 2 for youFeed them *****es carrots***** ‘em like a rabbitSorry that's a habitSmoke a spliff and then I vanish[Hook][Drake]I'm about being single, seeing double, making tripleI hope you ***** niggas hating never make a nickelIt's good to make it better when your people make it with youMoney coming, money going, ain't like you could take it with youIt's about to be a hit right now, ***** back then we the shit right nowDropped Take Care, bought a motha*****in' cribPickin' up the keys to that ***** right nowOVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shitGettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shitWe don't dress alike, we don't rap alikeI shine different, I rhyme differentOnly thing you got is some years on meMan ***** you and your time differenceI'm Young Papi, champagneThey know the face and they know the nameGot one watch that could probably pay for like all your chainsAnd you'd owe me change, ah !Greystone, twenty bottles that's on meOn the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all freeOne of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all threeBut we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B[Hook][Lil Wayne]*****! Stop talkin' that shitAnd suck a nigga dick for some TrukfitOkay I ***** a ***** and I'm goneThat’s gangsta: Al CaponeI make that ***** spit like BoneI'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone boneI’m *****in with French, excuse my FrenchI lose my mind before I lose my *****Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing***** I ball like two eyelidsYMCM beat that ***** up, stop playin'I make her ass scream and holla like rock bandsI’m a beast, I’m off the leashI am rich like a *****On my proactive shit, pop that ***** like a zitI go by the name Lil TunechiYour girl is a groupieAnd nigga, you's a squareAnd I will twist you like a RubixMother*****er I'm on my skateboardWatch me do a trick hoI’m 5?5” but I could six nineThen beat that ***** like KlitschkoIt’s French Montana, ***** JoeIt’s Weezy F, ***** hoesIt’s truck the worldIt’s truck yo girlIt’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch![Hook]
