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Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand) Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand) Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they playin', man they some fakery Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight And believe I'm gon be at ya in the daylight with a flashlight I'm tryna get paid however money is made A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me, I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real Well, you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece Standin' on tha porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work, fur ain't came yet That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I can get paid and relax in the shade And say, "Fuck a nine-to-five" 'cause a nigga tired of slavin' It's never easy for a player in the hood on the come up If I meet a girl with three kids or more, she get done up Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand) Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand) She's just another hoe that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bring ya boy back some good That ghetty green, you know what I mean, let's get this understood Ain't havin' no shout at no motherfuckin' slut You know I'm actin' bitch, don't make cut a fuckin' rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I'ma hit ya in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have it, gotta get my money, what? These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfuckin' dub, freak bitch! Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand) Now ever since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Poppin'-poppin' my collar, poppin'-poppin' my collar) Now ever since I can remember, I've been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand (in my hand)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Donald Pears Ii, Willie Hutchinson, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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