Chris Brown ft. Meek Mill & French Montana – Poppin (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Meek Mill)
You got a motherf**king cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now and contribute

(Pre Chorus – Meek Mill)
Uh, yeah, I’m standing at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA
My ni**as, they don’t rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

(Chorus – French Montana)
If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t popping
If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t popping it
If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t popping
If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t popping it

(Verse 1 – Chris Brown)
I met a bi**h from uptown, I’m like, woah
Patron shots, a couple of rounds, she like, woah
My ni**as ain’t f**king around, they gon go
Think I’m a spend a cheque on that pu**y, I’m like, no
I put your bi**h in a Phantom, that s**t big as a planet
Got some bi**hes in Paris that speaking French like Montana
Got a bi**h in the projects, she be holding her hammer
Landed in California, bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my bi**h from Miami, she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that pu**y, she thinking Billie Jean
I got a TEC sitting on the step and that’s on the set
Here I go, ring a ni**a neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)

(Verse 2 – French Montana)
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us
They heard I’m with the killers and the robbers
If I don’t fire hammers and the choppers
I be riding til they free Wavie Crockett
Khaki sipping dirty at the house
My ni**as, you don’t rap cause you can’t stop us
Blood, he popping me and J. Lo in the projects
Ni**a, you couldn’t see us with binoculars
Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like it’s falcons, ball like… with the
This that vintage Chanel, drinkinh, twistinh cigars
Mixing Cris in the dark, cryinh, grippinh the odds
Hit my man up, I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridinh like the Pope, Montana

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)