Poppin' (Remix)

[Meek Mill:]
You got a motherfucking cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now and contribute

[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 niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[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

[Chris Brown:]
I met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, "Woah"
Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, "Woah"
My niggas ain't fucking around, they gon' go
Think I'm a spend a cheque on that pussy, I'm like, "No"
I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet
Got some bitches in Paris that speaking French like Montana
Got a bitch in the projects, she be holding her hammer
Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinking Billie Jean
I got a TEC sitting on the step and that's on the set
Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know

[Meek Mill:]
I'm standing at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[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

[French Montana:]
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us
They heard I'm wit' 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 niggas, you don't rap cause you can't stop us
Blood, he popping me and J. Lo in the projects
Nigga, you couldn't see us wit' binoculars
Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like it's falcons, ball like [?]
This that vintage Chanel, drinking, twisting cigars
Mixing Cris in the dark, crying, gripping the odds
Hit my man up, I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter, I be riding like the Pope, Montana

[Meek Mill:]
I'm standing at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

[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