French Montana - Pop That Lyrics

Writer(s) : Ross, Rick / Graham, Aubrey / Unknown, Writers
Artist: French Montana Lyrics
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Album: Track 10 on Excuse My French
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(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that ***** *****
What ya twerkin’ wit'?
I’m young Papi,
Champagne they know the face, and they know the name
Drop that ***** *****
What you twerkin’ with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop

Montanna! Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
*** so fat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, ***** know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that (huah!)
We pop a molly (huah!) she bus' it open (huah!)
She seen the 'gatti (huah!) that ***** soaking

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

I love my big booty *****es
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
*****es know I’m that *****
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party
Let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that ***** *****
I got what you want
Drop that ***** *****
Film it, film it
This ***** want me to film it
Ballin’, ballin’, like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no ****ing limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my *****es too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you (woo!)
Feed them *****es carrots
**** ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you ***** *****s hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha'
Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha'
It's about to be a hit right now, **** back then we the **** right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a motha****in' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys to that ***** right now
OVO that's major ****, Toronto with me that's mayor ****
Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player ****
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man **** you and your time difference
I'm Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah!
Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me
On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my *****s 'til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

*****! Stop talkin' that ****
And suck a ***** **** for some Trukfit
Okay I **** a ***** and I'm gone
That’s gangsta, Al Capone
I make that ***** spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m ****in' with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my *****
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
***** I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that ***** up, stop playin'
I make her *** scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a *****
On my Proactiv ****, pop that ***** like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And *****, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
************ I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5'5 but I could six nine
Then beat that ***** like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, **** Joe
It’s Weezy F, **** hoes
It’s truck the world
It’s truck yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?)


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