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Meek Mill
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We Get It Poppin'
You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket Pull it out right now and contribute
Uh, yeah, I'm standin' at a table full of trappers I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
I met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, 'Woah' Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, 'Woah' My niggas ain't fuckin' around, they gon' go Think I'm a spend a cheque on that pussy, I'm like, 'No' I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana Got a bitch in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinkin' Billie Jean I got a TEC sittin' on the step and that's on the set Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us They heard I'm wit' the killers and the robbers If I don't fire hammers and the choppers I be ridin' 'til they free Wavie Crockett Khaki sippin' dirty at the house My niggas, you don't rap cause you can't stop us Blood, he poppin' me and J. Lo in the projects Nigga, you couldn't see us wit' binoculars game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka Let the birds fly like it's falcons, ball like [?] This that vintage Chanel, drinkin', twistin' cigars Mixin' Cris in the dark, cryin', grippin' the odds Hit my man up, I had to go Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridin' like the Pope, Montana
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
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