Pop That (feat. French Montana)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop

Pop that pop that pop that

Rick Ross:

Drop that pussy bitch

Drake:

I’m young Papi, Champagne

They know the face, and they know the name

Drop that pussy bitch

What you twerkin with

Work, work, work, work, bounce

What you twerkin with

French Montana:

Work, work, work, work, work, work

What you twerkin 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

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

Thats fifty, one hundred, 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

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

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 Rubix

Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard

Watch me do a trick ho

I’m 5?5” but I could six nine

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!