Artist: French Montana f/ Drake, Game, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross Album: Pop That (S) Song: Pop That (Remix) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Game] [Intro] Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek Mill Tell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga Boss Tell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana man Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego Pop that, don't stop, pop that don't stop [x4] Uncle Luke, you better that hoe, I'm the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe Lick the cat and then mail hoe Cop the Yeezys never wear that doe You fuckin Kim K nigga share that hoe Real nigga everywhere I go You got one, you better marry that hoe She got a fat monkey, a camel toe She Armenian and she call me daddy-o She like it from the back, no patio I'm from the too live crew, her daddy know I'm fresh as fuck, no flat top I got flip flops in that black drop No green screen in my black drop I got green things in my backpack I'm thugging, welcome back Pac I'm a mac nigga, no laptop My bitch ass fat and no ass shots She get motivated when that cash drop Don't call my bitch no stripper nigga She's an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga Amber Rose ain't got nothing on Mulan Megan Good, ain't got nothing on Chyna And I know tyga, how I know tyga Megan Good, ain't got nothing on Chyna Shit Japan ain't got nothing on Chyna Wish that was me, nothing on Chyna Damn, there I go again I ain't tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on Chyna Don't stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it I like red bones a little chocolate And I'm asap with that rocket list And I'm swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes I'm blowing that kush and it's stucked in my clothes They blowing my dick 'til I nut in they nose These niggaz they know they can't fuck with the flow My mozzy is cold, my bitches are hot We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock We turning it up, off of peach and Ciroc With bottles and bottles Like when does it stop? With models and models they known to be fucking She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing I'm knockin and stuffin out that english muffin I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!! Coke boy I like 'ole boy I got a gold impala like dope boy Twerking it, working it Like waffle house I'm serving it They play with it, I'm murking shit You Jasons kid, I'm Dirk and shit, you square niggaz with your circle head And you don't stop, what you twerking with [Chorus] [French Montana] Work, work, work, work, work, work What you twerkin' with Throw it, buss it open Show me what you twerkin with Ass so fat, need a lap dance I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac man Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock Hundred large bring a mop Cars tinted like Barack Got a brinks truck in my pocket 30 chains on my collar 2 drops, no mileage Top off like Wallace And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that Filthy rich before rap Your new deal, I throw that 3 Benz I'm on that We pop a molly, she buss it open She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking [Chorus] [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 Talkin four door Bugatti I'm the life of the party lets 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 Feel me, feel me This bitch want me to feel me Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits Shout out to Uncle Luke Shout out my bitches too We the 2 Live Crew 2 for me, 2 for you Feed them bitches carrots Fuck ‘em like a rabbit Sorry thats a habit Smoke a spliff and then I vanish [Chorus] [Drake] I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple I hope you pussy niggaz 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 can 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 muthafuckin' crib And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's Mayor shit Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's playa 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, 20 bottles that's on me On the couches, wildin' out Yelling “free my niggaz” 'till they all free One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3 But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] Biiiitch, 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 Talkin' bout Bone, bone, bone, bone I'm fucking wit' 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 2 eyelids YMCM-beat that pussy up Stop playin', I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands I'mma beast, I'm off the leash I am rich like a bitch On my pro-active 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 would twist you like a rubix Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick hoe I'm 5? 5” but I could 6-9 Then beat that pussy like Klistcko 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, biaaaatch [Chorus]