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letra de poppin' (remix) - rico richie

[intro: meek mill, rico richie, & french montana]
(808 mafia)
if you got a motherf-ckin cheque in your pocket
pull it out right now (skrrr) and contribute (haan)
(squat made the beat)

[pre-chorus 1: rico richie]
i’m standing at a table full of bottles
i’m standing at a table full of robbers
trust me n-gg-, you don’t want no problems
you gon make them choppas blocka blocka yeah

[chorus 1: rico richie]
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin n-gg-
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin n-gg-

[verse 1: chris brown]
i met a b-tch from uptown, i’m like, “woah”
patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, “woah”
my n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin around, they gon go
think i’ma spend a check on that p-ssy, i’m like, “no”
i put your b-tch in a phantom, that sh-t big as a planet
got some b-tches in paris that speakin french like montana
got a b-tch in the projects, she be holdin her hammer
landed in california, bout to go to atlanta
to meet my b-tch from miami, she want beef on the table
i moonwalk in that p-ssy, she thinkin she billie jean
i got a tec sittin on the step and that’s on the set
here i go, wring a n-gg- neck, all about a check, yeah, i know

[verse 2: rico richie]
hey, f-ck 12 eazy e voice (f-ck 12)
i had to get it out the streets had no choice
i pulled up to my p.o. in a rolls-royce
your b-tches fell in love with a d-boy
richie bout his paper, bout his cheese boy
the streets gon vouch for me so i don’t need nothin
they couldn’t stop the boy, they couldn’t see it comin
motherf-cka, i’m tryna stack a hundred commas (richie!)
millions in the kitchen, put that on my mama (on my mama)
south beach, richie eatin crab and lobster
i’m standing with some trappers you don’t want no problems
i’m standing with some k!llers, n-gg- blocka-blocka

[pre-chorus 2: meek mill]
i’m standin at a table full of trappers
i pop a perc and take off like it’s nasa
my n-gg-s, they don’t rap but look like rappers
cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, lord

[chorus 2: french montana]
if you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin
if you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin it
if you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin
if you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin it

[verse 3: meek mill]
meek milly, uh, i used to dream of this sh-t
with my pen and my pad, i had a dream to get rich
but now i got all this money like i don’t need all this sh-t
can’t talk no guns or no phantom cause i done seen all this sh-t
i know i talk about stuntin you wanna cop you a rollie
but n-gg- save up your money, go get a block with yo homie
bust it down with yo n-gg-, don’t try and flex for the street
tryna stunt for them hoes, and have you broke in a week
i say, “n-gg- you ain’t poppin,” i got all these options
i been 12’o’clock and kawasakis through the projects
my n-gg-s, they don’t rap but look like rappers
cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, lord

[verse 4: french montana]
you ran up on my set and tried to knock us
they heard i’m with the k!llers and the robbers
if i don’t fire hammers and the choppers
i be ridin til they free wavie crockett
catch ya sippin dirty at the house
my n-gg-s, you don’t rap cause you can’t stop us
luh ya papi, me and j. lo in the projects
n-gg-, you couldn’t see us with binoculars
hook game like coppers, brick squad like flocka
let the birds fly like the falcons, ball like francis with the rockets
this that vintage chanel, drinkin, twistin cigars
mixin cris in the dark, cryin, grippin the odds
hit my man up, i had to go
bulletproof sprinter, i be ridin like the pope, montana

- rico richie

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