Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Drop that pussy bitch What you twerkin' with? I'm Young Papi, Champagne They know the face, and they know the name Drop that pussy bitch What you twerkin' with? Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with? Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy Montana, ayy Work, work, work, work, work What you twerkin' with? Throw it, buss it open Show me what you twerkin' with Ass so fat need a lap dance I'm in that white Ghost chasin' Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leanin', that CÎROC Hundred large, bring a mop Cars tinted like Barack Got a Brinks truck in my pocket (Pocket) 30 chains on my collar (Collar) Two drops, no mileage (Mileage) Top off like Wallace And I'm inhalin' smoke, bitch know that (Know that) Filthy rich before rap ('Fore rap) Your new deal, I throw that (Throw that) Three beans I'm on that (Haaan) We pop a molly, she bust it open She seen the 'gatti, got it, that pussy soakin' Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop (Shout out to the infernos) Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop (Let's go) What you twerkin' with? 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 Talkin' four-door Bugatti I'm the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly You know I came to stunt So drop that pussy, bitch I got what you want Drop that pussy bitch Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film me Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking 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 Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Don't stop) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? I'm about being single, seein' double, makin' triple (Right) I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right) It's good to make it better when your people make it with you Money comin', money goin', ain't like you can take it with you It's about to be a hit right now Fuck back then, we the shit right now Dropped Take Care, bought a motherfuckin' crib And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's Mayor shit Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit 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, fuck 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, 20 bottles that's all me On the couches, 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 the type of crew that been good without a plan B, so Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? Bitch, stop talkin' that shit And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit Okay, I fuck a bitch and I'm gone That's gangsta, Al Capone I make that pussy spit like Bone I'm talkin' 'bout bout bone, bone, bone bone I'm fucking with French, excuse my French I lose my mind 'fore I lose my bitch Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing Bitch, I ball like two eyelids YMCM-beat that pussy up, stop playin' I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands I'ma beast, I'm off the leash I am rich like a bitch On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And nigga, you's a square And I would twist you like a Rubik's Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick hoe I'm 5'5" but I could 6-9 Then beat that pussy like Klitschko It's French Montana, fuck joe It's Weezy F, fuck hoes It's Truk the world It's Truk yo girl It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with?