Poppin' My Collar

Now every since I could remember I been popping my collar Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar Every since I could remember I been working this hoes And they betta put my money in my hand Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I'm trying to 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 fa real Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up 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 bringing ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain't having to shout at no motherfucking slut You know I'm acting bitch make cut a fucking rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!