FRENCH MONTANA – Pop That lyrics

Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that n*gger bitch

I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that n*gger 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 n*gger 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 n*gger bitch
I got what you want, drop that n*gger 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 f*cking 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


I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you n*gger 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, f*ck back then we the sh*t right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf*ckin’ crib
Picking up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major sh*t, Toronto with me that’s mayor sh*t
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player sh*t
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 f*ck 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 sh*t
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I f*ck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that n*gger spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m f*ckin 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 n*gger 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 sh*t, pop that n*gger 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
Motherf*cker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5?5” but I could six nine
Then beat that n*gger like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, f*ck Joe
It’s Weezy F, f*ck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!


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