Jim Jones

Jim Jones - Get It Poppin' lyrics

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(feat. Jha Jha, Princess)


[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]


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