Pop My Collar Lyrics

Bitch

Pop my collar Huh

Swerve around your daughter huh

She make too much drama

I'll Count up with my mama

They just want my dollar huh

They just want my pockets

I don't no wear no wallet

She don't wear no garments

I just got me a new X

I brought her a sip to relax

She selling her shit up on Craigslist

She told me I'm only a fan

Im bringing that shit to your door step

Like it came from the UPS, FedEx

I took me a trip to go bad, bad

My life is a movie no actress

Driving a fast car

Riding round like I'm a shooter from mad Max

Her feet on the dash yeah

Might take her shit the mother fuckin back, back

I'm living in RAF/wrath (Huh)

So many ashes on top of my pants (Yeah)

She hardly know where I be goin

These other lil Niggas is boring

Bitch

Pop my collar (Huh)

Swerve around your daughter (Huh)

She make too much drama

I'll Count up with my mama

They just want my dollar (Huh)

They just want my pockets, yeah

I don't no wear no wallet

She don't wear no garments

Bitch

Pop my collar Huh

Swerve around your daughter huh

She make too much drama

I'll Count up with my mama

They just want my dollar huh

They just want my pockets

I don't no wear no wallet

She don't wear no garments

Too much ice (Ice)

Freezer bite (Freezer bite)

Nigga, What's your worth

Bitch you decide (You Decide)

I seen so much shit I can't open my eyes up

Get this money now she mad how I keep counting up

Wonder what's her price

I know she prolly round it up

Nigga, What's your price?

I know you prolly hype it up

Up

This made by design (Design)

Nigga I'm Prada all of us

Drinking too much wine

Now she slutty on her party bus

I gotta get it and go

I'm letting it in

Living my life on a whim (Whim)

She say she caught up with two of her mans (Damn)

This how the story begin

Never choose women right over your profit

I'm crazy bout too many wins (Wins)

Shawty want something

She too indecisive (Huh)

So I'm boutta pour it again (Huh)

Hold up

Hold up

Bitch

Pop my collar Huh

Swerve around your daughter huh

She make too much drama

I'll Count up with my mama

They just want my dollar huh

They just want my pockets

I don't no wear no wallet

She don't wear no garments