Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppin , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 25.08.2016
Song language: English
Poppin |
| Yung Renzel, where ma nigga Keason |
| (Maybach music) Empire state of mine |
| New money, Prenny’s running, ain’t wet |
| I love that, No tense |
| I need you to send my beer hoe |
| If you ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh) |
| You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (huh) |
| Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo) |
| Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) |
| You ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh) |
| You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (huh) |
| Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo) |
| Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) |
| If you ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh) |
| You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (hoh) |
| Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo) |
| Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah) |
| Pop in mali, then we do the polygraph (woh) |
| She would slide with poppy poly for a autograph (facts) |
| Got it poppin' then am tipping on the stair (facts) |
| Couple watches kept the baddest bitches in the bed (woo) |
| Fuck house arrest, moving how I want to move |
| They in the news now they call me Ricky chronicles (what) |
| Flip the page as you see am touching more paper (more paper) |
| Get the bitch, now they screaming, Rosey don’t save her |
| At the light I let it out, you like a player wood (glare wood) |
| Do it two fingers, just like I say I would (holla at you) |
| And I run the city just as the mayor should (boss) |
| Give the power to the people, trust me, that ain’t good |
| You ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin' nigga (you ain’t poppin' nigga) |
| Whole click, now to get it poppin' nigga (get it poppin' nigga) |
| His stando hanging out my Polo bosses nigga (Polo bosses nigga) |
| Po, pop shots, dream about boxing nigga |
| Box a nigga in his game and they tyrna box me out (uh huh) |
| Charles Barkley in the pace that you never rebound (that's it) |
| I try to tell her, I don’t love her, she’s just the rebound (let's get it) |
| But she don’t listen, matter a fact, that’s her texting me now |
| I got to get it, I’m poppin', that’s how am living |
| Text poppin', yeah I admit it |
| Order some |
| Cause these bitches know they be sippin' |
| Lord knows they be thirsty, Lord knows I’ve been working (Lord) |
| I’ve been positively killing these niggas, they know it’s certain |
| I be in a week, fans and weep, fans with my wheat |
| Tam seeing bread through these wheat (I see it) |
| Plans go a week, bitch long hair, we |
| Weave in, young poppi, young king |
| Niggas better peeps you, Keese |
| Young nigga with his pistol in his chain now (bam) |
| If they hate’n cause you striping out the slam house (aah) |
| For and some things we do to people pays |
| My paper set up, unplugged, am in the drug trade |
| I grew up with the killers and the robbers niggas |
| They’d strip you out that bomb and ain’t no robbers nigga |
| Not the type they entertain what you pussies tweet |
| Cause I could pop you with 'em things, see you in the street |
| I’m really ready to wide and wreck the father rules |
| Show you how I divide up all the work and move |
| So now you understand why these niggas hate |
| So homie you ain’t poppin' if them niggas ain’t |
| A quarter kia have a nigga straight |
| Been in this bitch so long, I watch the beaker break |
| I talk dope cause it’s universal |
| You and all black slide nigga, you a lurk |