Poppin (remix) Lyrics - Meek Mill

ntro: Meek Mill]You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket 

Pull it out right now and contributeUh, yeah, I'm standin' at a table full of trappers 

I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers 

Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' it 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' itI 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'mma 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 andthat's on the set 

Here I go, wring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I knowI'm standin' at a table full of trappers 

I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers 

Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' it 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' itYou ran up on my set and tried toknock us 

They heard I'm wit' the killers andthe robbers 

If I don't fire hammers and the choppers 

I be ridin' 'til they free the 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 inthe 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 Francis wit' the Rockets 

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, MontanaI'm standin' at a table full of trappers 

I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASAMy niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers 

Cause when we get that work, weflip it backwards, LordIf you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' it 

If you ain't got no paper, you ain'tpoppin' 

If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it 

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