Poppin Sh!t

[Intro]

Yeah

The vibe like ecstasy, make em want to get next to me

Got him callin and textin me

[Verse 1]

Yeah, the vibe like ecstasy, make em want to get next to me

Got him callin and textin me

Wanna talk about a wedding ring and a shopping spree

Look at me I like the finer things

I like Diamonds, Watches, Chokers, Cubans, Louie, Prada

Yeah, the pussy good I'm a baby mama, lock me up cause I’m a problem

Aye, I smell good, fuck good, I ain't gotta cook

Bad bitch so they gotta look, walk through ten bands, baby

I don't want no bottle, I’m rich, I'm a rapper, crazy

More bands than my follower count, two chains, that's a big amount

Y'all hoes need a nigga account

I could leave him if he actin out, y'all hoes gotta stick around

[Chorus]

Aye, I been poppin shit, (Uh-huh) buying shit (Uh-huh)

Brand new whip, (Uh-huh) not your bitch (Uh-Uh)

Aye, I been out of town, (Uh-huh) on these trips (Uh-huh)

Take your money,(Uh-huh) not your bitch, okay

[Verse 2]

Money, I got plenty

Y'all be acting, need a Emmy

Life a movie, I should film it

Call it Pretty, Rich, and Litty

Bitches copy, paste, and print it

Now they lookin like we twinnin

I been countin so much paper

Ooh my fingers always itchin

I been poppin shit

Houston to Atlanta to LA, with my new baller nigga

I'm too hard to reach, he on my line you never call a nigga

Ooh you ain't special, you no better

You like all my niggas, told him if he love send me something

[Chorus]

I been poppin shit, (Uh-huh) buying shit (Uh-huh)

Brand new whip, (Uh-huh) not your bitch

Aye I been out of town, (Uh-huh) on these trips (Uh-huh)

Take your money, (Uh-huh) Not your bitch (Uh-huh)

(Uh-huh)