Lyrics | Jim Jones | Get It Poppin'

Lyric cover art

Hustler's P.O.M.E (product of My Environment)

•

2006

Get It Poppin'

Jim Jones

Lyrics

[Jha Jha Verse]

Now I am fresh out of bail

harder flyer than a muthafuck

I dont do the ??

Sumthin like a rubber nut

Sumthin like a hustler

Got it runin through my blood

You aint bout dat money

Well honey I dont give a fuck

trynna ball wit a hoodie on

Cost about a stack

Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash

My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat

He put it on me good

and I throw it right back

Im a Playa

Ima pimp

I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar

And all ya chips

Gimme da keys

I want da Juice

Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too

Dey see Im doin me

Dey see Im gettin paid

I still be in da hood

Repersentin for da Days

Mercedes wanna hate

Try to stomp em

Ima Fake

O its all in da game

But im still gettin cake

[Hook (Jha Jha)]

If you a G

Lemme see

You aint gotta pay for da dinner

Its on me

Lets get it poppin shawty

Lets get it poppin shawty

I get it poppin shawty

Lets get it poppin shawty

[Hook (Jim Jones)]

We got da cash (Flossin')

Buy out da bars(Ballin')

Drop da tops out da celing

You see da stars (Uh)

We get it poppin shawty (Uh)

I get it poppin shawty (Uh)

We get it poppin shawty (Uh)

We get it poppin shawty (Uh)

[Jim Jones Verse]

Now what bitch dont want me (Who)

Young rich G (Ballin')

Gun beneath da seat

Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')

Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)

Lambergini drop

Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em)

Easy Just loosen up da bra strap

Make em feel sexy

Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin)

And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little

And den you let da V do da horseplay

Turn da city streets to a horse race

Burn rubber (Vroom)

And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe)

And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully)

So if you want me come and get me

Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)

Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)

I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)

I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)

I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)

You wanna ride wit a G

[Both hooks]

[Princess Verse]

Now bout to get it poppin

If you ready for us

Startin wit dem shoppin sprees

Im givin honts so dey know it

Who said love dont cost a thing

Im from da city where da chicks are thick

Blingin on dey neck and wrist

And niggas poppin bottles

While da ladies rock dey hips

You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin

To go from lil money flossin

To doin super stuntin

Im always griindin so Im gettin money

Stick wit me and you'll go far

Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen

You say dat you a G

Well nigga let me see

I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be

I got a sassy mouth

And yea I'm from da south

And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out

I'm best dressed no doubt

Lets go it aint no thang

Princess im da chick

And dont forget my name

And this here wont change

You betta sho respect

Or we'll really get it poppin

Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset

[Both Hooks once]

WRITERS

ANDRE PARKER, JOSEPH JONES, NATOYA HANDY

PUBLISHERS

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Share

See A Problem With Something?

Lyrics

Other

Company

About Us

Contact Us

Legal

Privacy

Cookies

Terms

TDM Reservation – 1

Corporate

LyricFind

Browse All Songs

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N

o p q r s t u v w x y z #