"Poppin Sh!t" lyrics

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

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

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

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)