Tyga - Pop It lyrics

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand
Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand
Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan
Got a young bitch
Fucking doing what she can she can!
Pop killa King Kong killa’
T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila
Make a bitch pop (pop)
Pills ’till it’s dinna’
She a fucking nympho
That’s why I fuck with her
Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up
In the club throwing up middle fingers
If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger
Lay your shit out, now you’re planking
You’re planking i’m saying!
One two and the bitch came
Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne
Why you over there chilling
With the little lames? You ain't know
You ain't know that my shit bang?
Pop it bitch pop pop pop
Pop it bitch pop pop pop
Pop it bitch pop pop pop
Pop it bitch one two and the bitch came
Pop it bitch pop pop pop
Pop it bitch pop pop pop
Pop it bitch pop pop pop pop it bitch
All these hoes know my damn name

She don’t give brain, that’s a damn shame
I don’t find the shit funny like soul plane
Put ice on my wrist like the shit sprained
I’m just riding around getting ittwo chains
Last King, YMCM gang
Everything dope bitch where the Novocain
Bitchs saying I’m the bomb, oh man
Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game!
Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back
For laxed she gonna spaz
Make a scene like she act
Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke
Oh your bad?
I don’t cuff hoes they just follow my command
I’m saying

Lift that ass up, up
And bring that ass down, down
Bring that ass up, up
Shake that ass to the ground