Dolla Poppin ft. Abbi Fxx Lyrics

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga

Gon' throw it, nigga

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga

Gon' throw it, nigga

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga

Gon' throw it, nigga

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga

Get up on that pole and do some tricks

And make your ass talk

CasaMigos got me buckin

Make a nigga fuck a rack off

Grind slow until it's fully automatic

Knock your back off

Know you fishin' for this Goodbar

Eat the chocolate, suck my lap off

Make her earn this thunderstorm

And, baby, you gon' blow the cap off

Get this money off the floor

And, baby, you can take the tags off

Say she's lookin' for a cash cow

Make it storm until it black out

Got her twerkin' with her ass out

Get that bag, push that pack out

I'm known to make it snow

It don't really matter season

,Yeah it's strange for some change

Do some odd till we even

Pussy sweet like Reese's piecey

Grind on dick until it's leaky

All the linkin' with you, sneaky

Dollars, twenties, hundreds, fifties, Money

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Throw them dollars, throw them racks

I See them bands don't know how to act

I throw this ass, he wanna come to the back

Got ballers in the club, got rappers with plaques

Different tax bracket

All the hoes, they causing racket

Want the attention, tryna be seen

But I'm looking cute, dripped out, so clean

Bending over, touching toes

Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know

The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro

The bottle's coming cause we need more

One's raining in my cup, pour

Bad bitches to the floor

Turn up, tryna have a good time

Got four, five rich niggas waiting in line

Bending over, touching toes

Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know

The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro

The bottle's coming cause we need more

In the club, don't wanna leave

My makeup's smudged, fuck up my weave

Then we do it again the next day

Ladies getting in free, who the fuck gon' pay

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Go on, throw that shit

Got them dollars, got them dollars

Nigga, throw that shit