Baby Money - What's Poppin' lyrics
[Baby Money - What's Poppin' lyrics]
Niggas steady tryna keep up but we us
(Um, KD, why, why do people call you KD?)
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
Walk a nigga down, Balenciaga
His coffin in the ground 'cause he an opper
Who talkin' 'bout some pounds?
'Cause I'll cop 'em (Ship 'em out)
And break them bitches down in all ounces
(Zip 'em out)
I can't explain the way I'm livin' now
No time to waste, so when I fuck
I'm in and out
You in her DMs, I'm bustin' in her mouth
She iceless
Don't make me bust your bitch down
I met Coach K rockin'
Dolce wearin' four chains
I had P's when I met Pee
That's the whole thing
The foreign came from overseas
It take both lanes
Drove '21s in 2020, I had no plates
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
No dreadlocks, my youngin, he a rasta
He dead locked, spot him, then he got him
The clip on the K look like a comma
The 'fit of the day was twelve thousand
That's a switch
Easy money, easy money, that's your bitch
Jump out the garbage can on you, that's a hit
(Paid 'em cash)
You play at three, you'll be dead around six
(Get on they ass)
This bitch Christian, only rock Dior
She say she proud of me
I Louis'd her, but my Gucci shirt olive green
Her presi' on, my McQueen
But she rock Celine
Forty racks in my pocket, Mike did my jeans
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
(Um, KD, why, why do people call you KD?)
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
Walk a nigga down, Balenciaga
His coffin in the ground 'cause he an opper
Who talkin' 'bout some pounds?
'Cause I'll cop 'em (Ship 'em out)
And break them bitches down in all ounces
(Zip 'em out)
I can't explain the way I'm livin' now
No time to waste, so when I fuck
I'm in and out
You in her DMs, I'm bustin' in her mouth
She iceless
Don't make me bust your bitch down
I met Coach K rockin'
Dolce wearin' four chains
I had P's when I met Pee
That's the whole thing
The foreign came from overseas
It take both lanes
Drove '21s in 2020, I had no plates
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
No dreadlocks, my youngin, he a rasta
He dead locked, spot him, then he got him
The clip on the K look like a comma
The 'fit of the day was twelve thousand
That's a switch
Easy money, easy money, that's your bitch
Jump out the garbage can on you, that's a hit
(Paid 'em cash)
You play at three, you'll be dead around six
(Get on they ass)
This bitch Christian, only rock Dior
She say she proud of me
I Louis'd her, but my Gucci shirt olive green
Her presi' on, my McQueen
But she rock Celine
Forty racks in my pocket, Mike did my jeans
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'?
Plain jane on, this for my partner
Whole 'fit on helicopter, fly
The whole clique got hella choppers, fah
In the kitchen whippin' like
I'm Betty Crocker
Keep playin', I put this shit on everybody
Ski trips, Colorado, Eddie Bauers
Three trips every time, it's eighty thousand
I'm a problem
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