Juicy J in this bitch, uh, B, what's up, man? Ayy, ayy Don't tell, pop that pop up, for some money, homie If you scared, go to church, uh Okay, I slow dance, pop that pussy P-Valley, she pro dance, that's bro-name He just ask me, can I sneak his pole in? I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on phone-em They ask me if I know who broke the law, I don't know them That SRT, that pussy stop my car Got by my O here, teaching me patois I see why niggas wanna fuck me raw He said my pussy smell like Baccarat I haven't been off the charts since I popped up on the charts He not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart Got some bitches I should charge, but I did it for the art Bitches wanna look just like me, I can't tell her ass apart, damn Don't tell, pop that pop up, for some money, homie If you scared, go to church, uh Don't tell, pop that pop up, for some money, homie If you scared, go to church, uh I need a bigger bag to fit this cash inside my pants When I walk inside the bank, they think I'm taking out the trans Pop my stitch, I smell like gas I'm in that Rari, blowin' on Za I like my weed and my women, all exotic like my cars Oh my, oh my, oh my God, she wanna suck me like a straw Told her she can have this Birkin, but she cannot have my heart That's why I draw the line, I know better than to call her mine Broke nigga better never call my line I'm getting to the money all the time, my zodiac is a dollar sign Say that bitch go to church, uh Heard your baby mama was a squirter, uh Allergic to the motherfuckin' steering wheel bitch I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur, uh My bitch get a stick with her at my shows Backstage lookin' like a liquor store That's why I love me a ratchet Whole shit slide on a nigga like a stripper pose Don't tell about that pop-up For some money, honey, feel it If you scared, go to church pussy Don't tell about that pop-up For some money, honey, feel it If you scared, go to church pussy Thanks for watching!