Poppin It Hard (V2)

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, ****)

Uh, let's do it, ****

Uh, let's do it

I don't want nobody hear this shit but me and you, ****

This shit raw and uncut, ****

Uh

Yeah

Get your dope off, ****, what you waitin' on?

I've been stayin' down for what I want, I deserve it, holmes

Hundred thousand cash and a briefcase, like I got a business loan

Don't need to hang around nobody, I got my own motions on

I'm a real Fox, huh, ****, I can't be cloned

State to state, private jet to jet, I don't know where my home

You ain't tryna give up that pussy or mouth, you gotta go back home

Before we start this sex off, suck my dick, get me out my comfort zone

****, I'll put this shit on your head, talkin' 'bout twenty thousand bones

Don't try to run in my spot, ****, I'll turn this bitch to Home Alone

Fifteen for a show, Bagg say, "Fox, keep your prices strong"

Twenty minutes, get in four folks homes, in and out, I'm gone

Three-thousand for some purple shit in that styrofoam

She like, "Boy, don't forget where you came from," I'm like, "Ho, leave me 'lone"

Kickin' big shit with the pimpin', broke a bitch dot com

Private jet from Miami to L.A., switch the time zones

Fourteen hundred on some kicks, how? 'Cause these Lanvins, holmes

Poppin' hard, ****, I got it on, when I ain't got it on

**** who ain't ever threw me a quarter askin', "Put me on"

Fatt fox'll make this shit look good with Aéropostale on

Lover boy of the year, **** know this campaign strong

All the bitches tryna come around, so I fuck 'em and leave 'em alone

It's a brand new year, Fatt Fox tryna put his hands on a million strong

Burn this cash up before I put a selfish **** on

I know these **** really ain't trappin' for real, we really get 'bows gone

I picked this game, to the police, I know he'll sing a whole song

All of us look like money, she don't know who she wanna put that pussy on

Fatt Fox, you act funny, 'cause back then, ho, you ignored my phone|