Poppin'

You know what the fuck it is... It's that bitch, with the big titties from the Motor City Yo,... If you ain't got no haters you ain't poppin' nigga [Chorus: Rico Richie] 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 [Verse 1: Kash Doll] I taught these hoes that Gucci, Louis, Prada shit.. Now I'm the one these bitches just ain't fuckin' with I danced for a year, made a quarter mill.. You been dancin' 5 years, you still can't pay yo bills I played my ex-nigga like a game boy And I ain't gotta' say the name of that lame boy He talking shit, but you know what's so sad How I took his lil' money, why these niggas so mad huh? Hoes hating on Kash, cause I'm poppin' talking shit behind my back But askin' when the album droppin'...nah Listen bitch I don't get down like that You hoes talkin' bout' fiction, but I'm bouta' state the facts You a basic ass bitch, with some basic ass clothes, got a basic ass job Makin' basic ass pros You and ya bestfriend shop at basic ass stores Basically y'all ain't nothing but some basic ass hoes Just copped a new crib a couple thousand square feet, heated floors so I walk around this bitch bare feet And you still fucked up, It's fucked up where you live And you still with that ham ass nigga and bad kids See I move like a boss, you just tryna' stay alive I don't need a car cause I fly, more than I drive The baddest bitch out, KD is no other Cinderella ass bitch, I'm your fairy boss mother Kash Dolllllllll [Chorus: Rico Richie]