Pop That

[Hook: Uncle Luke] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that [Rick Ross] Drop that pussy, bitch [Drake & Rick Ross] I’m young Papi, Champagne They know the face, and they know the name Drop that pussy, bitch [Hook 2: French Montana] What you twerkin' with Work, work, work, work, bounce What you twerkin' with [Verse 1: French Montana] Work, work, work, work, work, work What you twerk 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 chasing Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc 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 inhaling smoke, bitch know that Filthy rich before rap Your new deal, I throw that Three beans I’m on that (Haaan) We pop a molly, she buss it open (Haaan) She seen the 'gatti, that pussy soaking [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper Bitches know I’m that nigga Talking 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, bitch I got what you want, drop that pussy, bitch Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film it Balling, balling like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's 50...100, I see no fucking limits Shout out to Uncle Luke Shout out my bitches too We the 2 Live Crew Two for me, two for you Feed them bitches carrots Fuck em like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish [Hook] [Verse 3: Drake] I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple I hope you pussy niggas 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, fuck back then we the shit right now Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib Picking up the keys to that bitch right now OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit 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 fuck 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 niggas '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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Bitch! Stop talkin' that shit And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit Okay I fuck a bitch 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 fuckin with French, excuse my French I lose my mind before I lose my bitch Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing Bitch 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 bitch On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And nigga, you's a square And I will twist you like in a Rubik's Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick ho I’m 5′5” but I could 6-9 Then beat that pussy like Klitschko It’s French Montana, fuck Joe It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes It’s Truk the world It’s Truk yo girl It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch! [Hook]