[Hook: Uncle Luke]
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that
[Rick Ross]
Drop that p**y, b**h
[Drake & Rick Ross]
I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that p**y, b**h
[Hook 2: French Montana]
What you t**n’ with
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you t**n’ with
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerk with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk with
Ass so fat need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasing 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 inhaling smoke, b**h know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that (Haaan)
We pop a molly, she buss it open (Haaan)
She seen the ‘gatti, that p**y soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I love my big booty b**hes, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
b**hes know I’m that n***a
Talking 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 p**y, b**h
I got what you want, drop that p**y, b**h
Film it, film it, this b**h want me to film it
Balling, balling like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That’s 50…100, I see no f**ing limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my b**hes too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you
Feed them b**hes carrots
f** em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you p**y n***as hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you could take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, f** back then we the sh** right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf**in’ crib
Picking up the keys to that b**h right now
OVO that’s major sh**, Toronto with me that’s mayor sh**
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player sh**
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 f** 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 on me
On the couch, wildin’ out yelling free my n***as ’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
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
b**h! Stop talkin’ that sh**
And s** a n***a dick for some Trukfit
Okay I f** a b**h and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that p**y spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m f**in with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my b**h
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
b**h I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that p**y up, stop playin’
I make her a** scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a b**h
On my Proactiv sh**, pop that p**y like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And n***a, you’s a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubik’s
Motherf**er I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5′5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that p**y like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, f** Joe
It’s Weezy F, f** hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!
[Hook]