Chris Brown - Poppin (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Meek Mill and French Montana

(Pre-Hook)

I'm standing 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

(Hook)

If ya ain't got no paper, ya ain't popping

If ya ain't got no paper, ya ain't popping it

If ya ain't got no paper, ya ain't popping

If ya don't got no paper, ya ain't popping it

(Verse: Chris Brown)

I met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, 'Whoa'

Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, 'Whah

My niggas ain't fucking around, they gon' GO

Think I'm a spend a check on that pussy, I'm like, 'No'

I put yo bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet

Got sum' bitches in Paris that speaking French like Montana

Got a bitch in the projects, she be holding 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 thinking Billie Jean

I got a TEC sitting on the step and that's on the set

Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)

(Verse 2: French Montana)

Ya 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 riding till they free Wavie Crockett

Khaki sipping dirty at the house

My niggas, ya don't rap cause ya can't stop us

Blood, he popping me and J. Lo in the projects

Nigga, ya couldn't see us wit' binoculars

Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka

Let the birds fly like it's falcons, ball like France wit' the waffles

This that vintage Chupa, drinking, twisting cigars

Mixing Criss in the dark, crying, gripping the odds

Hit my man up, I had to go

Bulletproof sprinter, I be riding like the Pope, Montana

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)