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Lyrics of Poppin by Meek Mill
Ntro: Meek Mill]You got a motherfuckin′ cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now and contributeUh, yeah, I'm standin′ at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain′t got no paper, you ain′tpoppin'
If you ain′t got no paper, you ain'tpoppin′ it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain′tpoppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain′t poppin′ itI met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, "
Woah"
Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, "
Woah"
My niggas ain′t fuckin' around, they gon′ go
Think I'mma spend a cheque on that pussy, I′m like, "
No"
I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet
Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana
Got a bitch in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer
Landed in California, ′bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinkin′ Billie Jean
I got a TEC sittin' on the step andthat′s on the set
Here I go, wring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I knowI'm standin′ at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don′t rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin′
If you ain′t got no paper, you ain'tpoppin′ it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain′tpoppin'
If you don′t got no paper, you ain't poppin' itYou ran up on my set and tried toknock us
They heard I′m wit′ the killers andthe robbers
If I don't fire hammers and the choppers
I be ridin′ 'til they free the Wavie Crockett
Khaki sippin′ dirty at the house
My niggas, you don't rap cause you can′t stop us
Blood, he poppin' me and J.
Lo inthe projects
Nigga, you couldn't see us wit′ binoculars
Game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like it′s falcons, ball like Francis wit' the Rockets
This that vintage Chanel, drinkin′, twistin' cigars
Mixin′ Cris' in the dark, cryin′, grippin' the odds
Hit my man up, I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridin' like the Pope, MontanaI′m standin′ at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don′t rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain't got no paper, you ain′tpoppin'
If you ain′t got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' it
If you ain′t got no paper, you ain′tpoppin'
If you don′t got no paper, you ain't poppin′ it
Writer(s): Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Johnta M. Austin
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Trap Back To Back
Album • 2015 • 21 tracks
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