Jim Jones: Get it poppin

[Verse 1: Jha Jha]Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I dont do the [?] Sumthin like a rubber nut Sumthin like a hustler Got it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat He put it on me good and I throw it right back Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid I still be in da hood Repersentin for da Days Mercedes wanna hate Try to stomp em Ima Fake O its all in da game But im still gettin cake [Hook: Jha Jha]If you a G Lemme see You aint gotta pay for da dinner Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty (Jim Jones) Hook We got da cash (Flossin') Buy out da bars(Ballin') Drop da tops out da celing You see da stars (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) I get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) [Verse 2: Jim Jones]Now what bitch dont want me (Who) Young rich G (Ballin') Gun beneath da seat Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin') Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat ( Foul) Lambergini drop Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em) Easy Just loosen up da bra strap Make em feel sexy Push dat seat to da coupe back ( da celing's missin) And den you let da breeze do da four play ( Caress her a little) And den you let da V do da horseplay Turn da city streets to a horse race Burn rubber ( Vroom) And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us ( Dey love us doe) And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully) So if you want me come and get me Make it good muhfucka ( I'm neva scared) Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea) I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin) I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA) I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish ( You hear dat) You wanna ride wit a G [Hook: Both][Verse 3: Princess]Now bout to get it poppin If you ready for us Startin wit dem shoppin sprees Im givin honts so dey know it Who said love dont cost a thing Im from da city where da chicks are thick Blingin on dey neck and wrist And niggas poppin bottles While da ladies rock dey hips You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin To go from lil money flossin To doin super stuntin Im always griindin so Im gettin money Stick wit me and you'll go far Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen You say dat you a G Well nigga let me see I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be I got a sassy mouth And yea I'm from da south And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out I'm best dressed no doubt Lets go it aint no thang Princess im da chick And dont forget my name And this here wont change You betta sho respect Or we'll really get it poppin Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset [Hook: Both]