Get It Poppin Jim Jones (Ft. Jha Jha & Princess)

[Verse 1: Jha Jha]
Now I am fresh out of bail, harder, flyer than a motherfuck
I don't do them baby hoes, something like a rover truck
Something like a hustler got it running through my blood
You ain’t bout that money, well honey I don't give a fuck
Tryna ball witty on me, cost about a stack
Got my booty shorts on but you can’t see da stash
My shawty in the hood said he like it like that
He put it on me good and I throw it right back
I'm a player, I'm a pimp
I'll stick you up for your riches and all your chips
Give me the keys, I want the juice
The credit cards, the dogs, and house too
They see I'm doing good, they see I'm getting paid
I still be in the hood representing for the day
Now [?] want to hate, try to stop em, Imma fade
I was sought in the game but I'm still getting cake

[Chorus: Jha Jha & Jim Jones]
If you a G let me see
You ain't got to pay for the dinner, it's on me
Let's get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty let's get it poppin shawty
We got the cars, buy out the bars
Drop the tops on the ceiling, you see the stars
We get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty
We get it poppin shawty we get it poppin shawty