Get It Poppin

[Verse 1: Jha Jha]

Now I am fresh out of bail, harder, flyer than a motherfuck

I don't do them baby hoes, something like a rover truck

Something like a hustler got it running through my blood

You ain’t bout that money, well honey I don't give a fuck

Tryna ball witty on me, cost about a stack

Got my booty shorts on but you can’t see da stash

My shawty in the hood said he like it like that

He put it on me good and I throw it right back

I'm a player, I'm a pimp

I'll stick you up for your riches and all your chips

Give me the keys, I want the juice

The credit cards, the dogs, and house too

They see I'm doing good, they see I'm getting paid

I still be in the hood representing for the day

Now [?] want to hate, try to stop em, Imma fade

I was sought in the game but I'm still getting cake

[Chorus: Jha Jha & Jim Jones]

If you a G let me see

You ain't got to pay for the dinner, it's on me

Let's get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

I get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

We got the cars, buy out the bars

Drop the tops on the ceiling, you see the stars

We get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty

We get it poppin shawty we get it poppin shawty

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Now what bitch don't want me, young rich G

Gun beneath the seat, pushing 100 on the V

Hand on the rocks, two seater how you call that

Lamborghini drop, two divas how you solve that

Easy, just loosen up the bra strap, make 'em feel sexy

Push the roof on the car back

And then you let the breeze do the foreplay

And then you let the V do the horseplay

Turn the city streets to a horse race, burn rubber

The [?] mother, I got no cover, hoes love us

And I only fear the Lord above us

So if you want me come and get me, make it good motherfucker

Tell the haters compliment that

I play with paper by the ten stack

I love ladies with a shoe fetish, I tell her baby I got a coupe fetish

You want to ride with a G?

[Chorus: Jha Jha & Jim Jones]

If you a G let me see

You ain't got to pay for the dinner, it's on me

Let's get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

I get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

We got the cars, buy out the bars

Drop the tops on the ceiling, you see the stars

We get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty

We get it poppin shawty we get it poppin shawty

[Verse 3: Princess]

Now I can get it poppin if you ready for us

Starting with them shopping sprees

I'm giving hints so they already know it, who said love don't cost a thing

I'm from the city where the chicks are thick

Bling up on they neck and wrist

And niggas popping bottles while the ladies rock they hips

You get to know me and I'll teach you something

To go from little money flossing to doing super stunting

I'm always grinding so I'm getting money

Stick with me and you'll go far

Them other chicks you digging come a dime a dozen

You say that you a G, well nigga let me see

I'll take you places where you never thought that you would be

I got a sassy mouth and yeah I'm from the south

And you could tell because you see my hips and ass poked out

I'm just best no doubt, let’s go it ain't no thang

Princess, I'm the chick and don't forget my name

And this here won’t change you better show respect

Or we can really get it popping, Jha Jha Crime Mob and Dipset

[Chorus: Jha Jha & Jim Jones]

If you a G let me see

You ain't got to pay for the dinner, it's on me

Let's get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

I get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty

We got the cars, buy out the bars

Drop the tops on the ceiling, you see the stars

We get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty

We get it poppin shawty we get it poppin shawty