Pop That Lyrics – French Montana feat. Rick Ross, Drake, Lil Wayne

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Pop That is a rap song by French Montana from his debut album, titled Excuse My French. The track features guest verse by Rick Ross, Drake and Lil Wayne. The single went high on the charts reaching number three on the US Rap Songs and number 8 on the US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs. There is no Pop That music video yet but you can find the audio and lyrics below. Do you like how French Montana sounds in this track?

French Montana feat. Rick Ross, Drake, Lil Wayne – Pop That Music Video

French Montana feat. Rick Ross, Drake, Lil Wayne – Pop That Song Words

Don’t stop pop that don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that don’t stop
Pop that don’t stop pop that p-ssy don’t stop
What you twerking with?
(repeat)

{Rick Ross}
Drop that p-ssy b-tch

{Drake}
I’m some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face and they know the name
(Drop that p-ssy b-tch) what you twerking with?
Lyrics are provided by Geniusbeauty.com

Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerking with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerking with?
What you twerking with?
What you twerking with?
What you twerking with?

{French Montana}
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerking with
Throw it buss it open
Show me what you twerking with
Ass so fat need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasing Pac Man
Hundred out the lot I be leaning that’s a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar, 2 drops no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke b-tch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal I throw that 3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it got it, that p-ssy soaking

{Hook}
Don’t stop pop that don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that don’t stop
Pop that don’t stop pop that p-ssy don’t stop
What you twerking with?
(repeat)

{Rick Ross}
Let’s go, I love my big booty b-tches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city I fell in love with a stripper
B-tches know I’m that n-gga talking four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party let’s get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that p-ssy b-tch I got what you want
Drop that p-ssy b-tch feel me, feel me
This b-tch want me to feel me
Balling, balling like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That’s 50, 100, I see no f-cking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke shout out my b-tchs too
We the 2 Live Crew 2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them b-tches carrots f-ck ’em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit smoke a spliff and then I vanish

{Hook}
Don’t stop pop that don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that don’t stop
Pop that don’t stop pop that p-ssy don’t stop
What you twerking with?
(repeat)

{Drake}
I’m about being single seeing double, making triple
I hope you p-ssy n-ggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, f-ck back then we the sh-t right now
Dropped “Take Care” bought a motherf-cking crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the b-tch right now
OVO that’s major sh-t, Toronto with me that’s Mayor sh-t
Getting cheddar packs like KDOKC that’s player sh-t
We don’t dress alike we don’t rap alike
I shine different I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, f-ck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ha
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me on the couches, wilding out
Yelling “free my n-ggas” till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

{Hook}
Don’t stop pop that don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that don’t stop
Pop that don’t stop pop that p-ssy don’t stop
What you twerking with?
(repeat)

{Lil Wayne}
B-tch, stop talking that sh-t
And s-ck a n-gga d-ck for some Trukfit
Okay I f-ck a b-tch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta ass Capone
I make that p-ssy spit like bone
Talking about bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m f-cking with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my b-tch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
B-tch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM beat that p-ssy up
Stop playing I make her ass scream and holla
Like rock bands I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I’m rich like a b-tch on my pro-active sh-t
Pop that p-ssy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie and n-gga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherf-cker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe I’m 5′ 5″ but I could 6-9
Then beat that p-ssy like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, f-ck Joe
It’s Weezy F, f-ck hoes
It’s Truk the world it’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, b-tch

{Hook}
Don’t stop pop that don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that don’t stop
Pop that don’t stop pop that p-ssy don’t stop
What you twerking with?
(repeat)

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