Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with?
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
Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with?
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pussy, pussy

Montana, ayy
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 leanin', that CÎROC
Hundred large, bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket (Pocket)
30 chains on my collar (Collar)
Two drops, no mileage (Mileage)
Top off like Wallace

And I'm inhalin' smoke, bitch know that (Know that)
Filthy rich before rap ('Fore rap)
Your new deal, I throw that (Throw that)
Three beans I'm on that (Haaan)
We pop a molly, she bust it open
She seen the 'gatti, got it, that pussy soakin'

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop (Shout out to the infernos)
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop (Let's go)
What you twerkin' with?

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
Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film 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
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

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Don't stop)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?

I'm about being single, seein' double, makin' triple (Right)
I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right)
It's good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money comin', money goin', 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 motherfuckin' 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 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, 20 bottles that's all me
On the couches, 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 the type of crew that been good without a plan B, so

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?

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 bout bone, bone, bone bone

I'm fucking with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind 'fore 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'ma 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 would twist you like a Rubik's

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 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

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
What you twerkin' with?



Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Luther Roderick Campbell, Dwayne Carter, Harry Wayne Casey, William Leonard Roberts, Karim Kharbouch
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