Poppin' (Remix) [feat. Chris Brown, French Montana & Meek Mill]

You got a motherfuckin' check in your pocket Pull it out right now and contribute I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me nigga, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga 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'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 and that's on the set Here I go, wring a nigga neck all about a check, yeah, I know I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me nigga, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga Fuck 12 Eazy E voice I had to get it out the streets had no choice I pulled up to my P.O. in a Rolls Royce Yo bitch just fell in love with a D-Boy Richie bout his paper bout his cheese boy The streets gone vouch for me so I don't need nothing They couldn't stop the boy they couldn't see it coming Know I fuck her, I'm tryna stack a hunnit commas Million in that kitchen put that on my mama South Beach Richie eating crabs and lobster I'm standing with some trappers you don't want no problems I'm standing with some killers nigga blocka blocka 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' nigga If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' nigga I used to dream of this shit With my pen and my pad I had a dream to get rich But now I got all this money like I don't need all this shit Couldn't tell no Ghost from no Phantom cause I done seen all this shit I know I talk about stunting you wanna cop you a Rollie But nigga save up yo money go get a block with yo homies Bust it down with yo niggas don't try to flex for the streets Tryna stunt for them hoes will have you broke for a week I say, nigga you ain't poppin I got all these options I've been 12 'o clocking Kawasakis through the projects My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord 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' nigga If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' nigga 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 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 in the 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, Montana I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me nigga, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga