Poppin Sh!t

Yeah The vibe like ecstasy, make em want to get next to me Got him callin' and textin' me Yeah, the vibe like ecstasy, make em want to get next to me Got him callin' and textin' me Wanna talk about a wedding ring and a shopping spree Look at me I like the finer things I like Diamonds, Watches, Chokers, Cubans, Louie, Prada Yeah, the pussy good I'm a baby mama 'Lock me up 'cause I'm a problem Aye, I smell good, good, I ain't gotta cook Bad so they gotta look, walk through ten bands, baby I don't want no bottle, I'm rich, I'm a rapper, crazy More bands than my follower count, two chains, that's a big amount Y'all need a account I could leave him if he actin' out, y'all gotta stick around Aye, I been poppin', buying (uh-huh, uh-huh) Brand-new whip, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Aye, I been out of town, on these trips (uh-huh, uh-huh) Take your money, not your, okay (uh-huh, uh-huh) Money, I got plenty, y'all be acting, need a Emmy Life a movie, I should film it, call it Pretty, Rich, and Litty Copy, paste, and print it, now they lookin' like we twinnin' I been countin' so much paper, ooh my fingers always itchin' I been poppin' Houston to Atlanta to LA, with my new baller I'm too hard to reach, he on my line you never call a Ooh you ain't special, you no better You like all my, told him if he love send me something I been poppin', buying (uh-huh, uh-huh) Brand-new whip, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Aye, I been out of town, on these trips (uh-huh, uh-huh) Take your money, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Not your, not your, not your, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Not your, not your, not your, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Not your, not your, not your, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh) Not your, not your, not your, not your (uh-huh, uh-huh)