, Paris, Munich Everybody talk about pop musik Talk about, pop musik Talk about, pop musik Pop pop pop pop musik Now... listen... Talk about, Pop pop pop pop
I love pop music, this is how we do it It?s politics you can romance to I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it, Philosophy that you can dance to
, Paris, Munich Everybody talk about pop musik Talk about pop musik Talk about pop musik Pop, pop, pop, pop musik Now, listen Talk about pop, pop, pop, pop
cause I never pop bottles I don't waste for money I save my money return and pop bottles Don't hate wait I ain't trying to say I'm trying to get paid I'm
's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and
youknowhatI'msayin? This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video (I'm
a brick flipper Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy
get diminished The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant Cops be on patrol through the block every minute Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm
we do, stack chips like 'Hebrews' Don't let the melody intrigue you 'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you I'm strictly
hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm
the cut and I'm burnin' somethin' Booties dancin' 'round a and I'm killin' one Killin' one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin' bun's Plus I'm
will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music All night Aston Martin music, music
bitch I love to squabble and I'm good widdit So if you want some nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak
about a cop or a G man They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to
Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play
's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I've got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon
and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone Cot damn, it's a new day
