Poppin’ My Collar Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Mr. Bigg (The Last Mr. Bigg) & Project Pat)

[Chorus]
Now ever since I can remember, I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'-poppin' my collar
Poppin'-poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember, I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand
Now ever since I can remember, I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'-poppin' my collar
Poppin'-poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember, I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
I know you sicker than sick-uh when you see the rims flick-uh
The paint drip-uh, ice in my rings glitt-uh
I straight flip-uh the cheese like pancake-uh
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-uh
Project Pat-uh attractin' dime piece-uh's
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-uh's
I'm out here makin' cents, plus I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, dawg, and a popped collar

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
She just another ho that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well gon' head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper somethin' in her ear if I could