P.O.P. Belly

[Intro]
Do it again and do it do it again and then
Do it again and do it do it again and then
Do it again and do it do it again and then
Do it again and do it do it again and then

[Verse 1]
Perfection personified, I was powerless in her presence
Acting all possessive, I tried to buy her possessions
Just a peasant, possessed by the power that she possesses
Presented her my heart and she broke it like a profession

[Chorus]
That's P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
The power of pussy (uh)
The P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
The power of pussy

[Verse 2]
She had champagne dreams
Bottles she can't afford
Oh no, not anymore
Now she model for Ford
Met a rich European
Even got her Dior
Gucci, Prada galore
Went and bought out the stores
Eighteen but she's mature
Half a mil' on decor
Dripping sauce
The vintage Porsche parked in front of the porch
Hit a lick, hit a lick, then she hit mission abort
She ain't in love anymore, that's more than he can afford