Poppin’ It

Ain't sip drank in fifty days, but I'm dyin' just to sip

Better have a baby Dracy if you slide in this whip

I'm icy as a bitch, two hundred thousand on the kit

**** poppin' all this money, ain't even icier than my bitch

I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm still floatin' off them yerkies

You want a song with Threezy? Bring ten thousand for a verse

I'm rich as a bitch, I make money in my sleep

Stove crackin' Threezy, I bring flockers to your street

Bad bitch with me, look like a model when she walk

Rich **** lingo, it sound like money when I talk

Fly motherfucker, it's tattoos 'round my head

The plug throwin' bricks in the streets like he Craig

Big baller Threezy, it's a Rollie watch, ****

Squabble who, ****? I'm Mr. Bust-Triggers

Several hundred gram Cuban, makin' my back hurt

I got thirty thousand cash sittin' in the Chanel purse

I blew hella bands on jewelry, I'm probably gon' buy more

Rocks on my hand like the **** on Fantastic Four

Diamonds on my body and all of them bitches flawless

If this ain't stuntin', then what the fuck do you call it?

I'm a young, hot **** with a cooling kit on the chopper

Got a safe and I want it, can't nothin' you do stop us

Recoil on the micro, I been done blew my shoulder out

Keep poppin' on 'Gram, we gon' wait at his mama house

Is you gon' take a risk to get some pape' or not, ****?

If you ain't gettin' pape', at least go be a block spinner

I'm rich as a bitch, but you can't get next to me

We make examples out of ****, play, we stretchin' him

We ain't sellin' no strap, just paid twelve hundred for a MAC

I take Perkies 'fore I act, not for no pain in my back

Marni on my skin, wear it in any type of weather

Bought two outfits and I just came here for a sweater

Bust baby down, she ain't with me, she ain't got diamonds

Chauffeur ridin', the back seats be reclinin'

Whole body covered when I peel up out the shirt

She get what she want and she ain't even gotta work