Pop Money

[Intro] Yeah Sammy Adams Matty Trump muthafucka Oh yeah I said that again Boston’s Boy you ain’t fuckin’ with that [Verse 1] Let me tell you how I do it Run an extra mile music Fuck it make it four Make these females die to it (I make ‘em die) Sippy on the cough (cough) I got floozies takin’ shots (shots) And real soon they be so boozy take some nudies and we off I got it runnin’ level 15 on the treadmill Sweatin’, over-thinkin’ like who she gotta impress still Stand-still, chin-up, look down a little On the cusp of something ill But still feel stuck in the middle (stuck in the middle) Come pour my cup up re-re-wind it bottle suck up That whole drink that you just poured is not important come get fucked up I got [Hook] Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money (Oh you forgot I got that) Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money (You want that you want that) You ain’t- You ain’t makin’ Pop Money [Verse 2] Cash in. Cassius Clay I’m dishin’ mad hits Let’s just count our money Bet I won’t finish the fastest Fuck her on a school night I don’t need to finish classes I’m lookin’ down on million that’s how I become so classless Breakfast is servin’ I’m waving to Tarantino (wassup) In the hills free on my chains when my chain is still Valentino (hangin’) I’m so Gucci so appealin’ like a roofie got no feelings ‘Cuz the game made me an animal so I ain’t got no ceilings Competition sounds terrific that’s hysterical Whereas you got the biggest buzz in the world But can’t sell a fuckin’ ticket I got [Hook] Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money (Oh you forgot I got that) Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money You ain’t- You ain’t makin’ Pop Money [Verse 3] Rich girls try and lock me in their mansions Got ‘em open got ‘em open know I’m all about expansion White girl in the hills of Beverly Bad bitch out in NYC Both their dads are richer than me and my crew will ever be (oh man) This here’s just my POV Needed planes no B.o.B I’m just trynna hit it if I can’t hear fuck you like Cee Lo Green Closer than Brazilians I proved to be resilient A million ain’t cool. What’s cool then? Billions (C’mon guy, I wipe my fucking ass with a million dollars) Blow the confetti went from photo shoots with Heidi So she’d get the West to kill for her East coast ain’t even ready (East side) I got [Hook] Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money (Oh you forgot I got that) Pop Money Pop Money (What you want you want that) Pop Money Pop Money You ain’t- You ain’t makin’ Pop Money (Fuck what you heard) Crazy Boston’s Boy I never left either Yeah, uh-huh, Yeah Said you ain’t fuckin’ with that Pop Money Uh-huh (Pop Money Pop Money you ain’t- you ain’t makin’) x4 Pop Money