MoneyOnly AP - Poppin' (feat. Castor Polex) [Live] Lyrics

Yeah
You niggas think you poppin
You ain't poppin' like this though
Yeah

You niggas think you poppin
I promise you not
I'm in the big boy Benz
Slidin' through the block

Cookie smoke out the window
Blindin' with the clock
Blindin' with the clock
The money don't stop

I'm the cream of the crop
We on these niggas top
Our mamas we make it pop
Our mamas we make it pop

Doin' everything you not
All a nigga know is gloppin
I'm headed to the top
Get it poppin

Pushin' the issue forward
Never stoppin
Four wide open on the table
For the choppin

A nigga in the dam
Fishin
Uh, f*ck it
I'ma have to bring it drippin

Shreddin
Bustin' the coils
And the transmission
Meditatin

Higher vision
We still flexin
Gatherin' on the touch screen
Hands on the booty still

Flexin' they hand tats
Fingers rollin' up to kill
Call me caster
Call me caster

Baby, what you wanna say
Call me caster
Baby, what you wanna say
I'ma show you how to get it poppin

I'ma show you how to get it poppin
Call me caster
All in
Call me caster

What you wanna say
I'ma show you how to get it poppin
I'ma show you how to get it poppin
You niggas think you poppin

I promise you not
I'm in the big boy bends
Slidin' through the block
Cookie smoke out the window

BLINDIN' WITH THE CLOCK
Blindin' with the clock
The money don't stop
I'm the cream of the crop

We on these niggas top
My mamas we make it pop
My mamas we make it pop
Doin' everything you not

All a nigga know is swap
And I'm headed to the top
Shinin' on the top
And I'm everything you not

All money in
Whole teamin' on the plot
Slidin' image in my pop
Shut it down for my block

Four years for a Glock
Hell yeah, I'ma keep it hot
Never wanna pump fake
All about the loot

Niggas knowin' the cap a lot
I'ma go shoot
Busses packed to the fruit
Black foreign, it's a coup

Gettin' money like a hoodrick
Holy water, I'm the truth
How you livin'
Been spoofed

Hella cookin', no goose
Outta town, ten bands
Tryna get loose
Back to the trap

Only ruins in my group
Me and JB
Back to terrorize a group
Then I'm back to get paid

Young nigga run plays
Most these niggas lost
Influenced by bitch ways
In the streets

Influenced by rich ways
Mind all my money
Two-steppin' in my J's
You niggas think you poppin

I promise you not
I'm in the big boy bins
Slidin' through the block
Cookie smoke out the window

Blindin' with the clock
Blindin' with the clock
The money don't stop
I'm the cream of the crop

We on these niggas top
My mamas we make it pop
My mamas we make it pop
Doin' everything you not

All a nigga know is glop
And I'm headed to the top