Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Get It Poppin', artist - Meek Mill. Album song Real Me 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2016
Record label: Street Heat
Song language: English
We Get It Poppin' |
| You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket |
| Pull it out right now and contribute |
| Uh, yeah, I’m standin' at a table full of trappers |
| I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA |
| My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers |
| Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |
| I 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’m a 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 and that’s on the set |
| Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know |
| I’m standin' at a table full of trappers |
| I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA |
| My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers |
| Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |
| You ran up on my set and tried to knock us |
| They heard I’m wit' the killers and the robbers |
| If I don’t fire hammers and the choppers |
| I be ridin' 'til they free 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 in the projects |
| Nigga, you couldn’t see us wit' binoculars |
| Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka |
| Let the birds fly like it’s falcons, ball like |
| 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, Montana |
| I’m standin' at a table full of trappers |
| I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA |
| My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers |
| Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |
| If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' |
| If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it |