Pop Dat

[Chorus: Gloss Up]

Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah

What the hell you scared for? Pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves

Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Gloss Up]

Money got me poppin' it (Poppin'), for a livin'

She gettin' her motherfuckin' check and I can't knock the bitch (What?)

Dance, prescriptions, no matter which one you is, make sure you poppin' it (Pop it)

Her hands on her knees 'cause this her song and she not stoppin' it (She not what?)

She not, ayy (She not stoppin')

I'm gettin' money

Independent lil' bitch (Bitch), can't ask no nigga for nothin' (I can't)

He said he want that pussy (What?), gotta cough up somethin' (On God)

Like a car or a house, go to the bank, drop large amounts

Yeah, I know that you a trick (I know), heard that shit, word of mouth, huh

He be blessin' me, no deacon (No deacon), I be poppin' it for no reason (No reason)

I wear Moncler all year 'cause I be icy every season

Ayy, one pop, two pop, three pop, four

If you not poppin' it, bitch, you can hit the door (Yeah)

[Chorus: Gloss Up & Saucy Santana]

Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah

What the hell you scared for? Pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves

Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please

Pop that please (Saucy), pop that please

Pop that please (Ayy, Gloss), pop that please (Tap me in, uh)

[Verse 2: Saucy Santana]

Change the weather, change my wig (Uh)

Pay for this cat, this pussy a gig (Yeah)

I'm in the trap, I'm in the field

You fuckin' with me? Bitch, be for real

I'm tryna pop, she wanna bump

I'm with the gang, you can get jumped

Stop playin' games, bitch, you ain't drunk

Get your ass whacked tryna get crunk (Yeah)

Pop it on the beat, pop it on the D

He like the way I rock, he like the way I sip

He like the way I dance, he like the way I groove

I'm lookin' so good and niggas wanna choose (Ow)

Broke bitch, who you talkin' to? (Hmm?)

I pimp niggas, you a prostitute

Your mouth big, but your pockets mute (Shh)

If I was you, I'd keep it cute

If I was you, I'd keep it cute

Top notch bitch, who you speakin' to? (Mwah)

Birkin green, bands blue

Ghetto bitch, bamboos

Poppin' all that shit, but she gon' fold under pressure

I'ma pop it for real, but first let's pop this Tesla

[Chorus: Gloss Up]

Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah

What the hell you scared for? Pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves

Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please

Pop that please, pop that please