FR!ES - Pop My Collar

Bitch
Pop my collar Huh
Swerve around your daughter huh
She make too much drama
I'll Count up with my mama
They just want my dollar huh
They just want my pockets
I don't no wear no wallet
She don't wear no garments
I just got me a new X
I brought her a sip to relax
She selling her shit up on Craigslist
She told me I'm only a fan
Im bringing that shit to your door step
Like it came from the UPS, FedEx
I took me a trip to go bad, bad
My life is a movie no actress
Driving a fast car
Riding round like I'm a shooter from mad Max
Her feet on the dash yeah
Might take her shit the mother fuckin back, back
I'm living in RAF/wrath (Huh)
So many ashes on top of my pants (Yeah)
She hardly know where I be goin
These other lil Niggas is boring
Bitch
Pop my collar (Huh)
Swerve around your daughter (Huh)
She make too much drama
I'll Count up with my mama
They just want my dollar (Huh)
They just want my pockets, yeah
I don't no wear no wallet
She don't wear no garments
Bitch
Pop my collar Huh
Swerve around your daughter huh
She make too much drama
I'll Count up with my mama
They just want my dollar huh
They just want my pockets
I don't no wear no wallet
She don't wear no garments
Too much ice (Ice)
Freezer bite (Freezer bite)
Nigga, What's your worth
Bitch you decide (You Decide)
I seen so much shit I can't open my eyes up
Get this money now she mad how I keep counting up
Wonder what's her price
I know she prolly round it up
Nigga, What's your price?
I know you prolly hype it up
Up
This made by design (Design)
Nigga I'm Prada all of us
Drinking too much wine
Now she slutty on her party bus
I gotta get it and go
I'm letting it in
Living my life on a whim (Whim)
She say she caught up with two of her mans (Damn)
This how the story begin
Never choose women right over your profit
I'm crazy bout too many wins (Wins)
Shawty want something
She too indecisive (Huh)
So I'm boutta pour it again (Huh)
Hold up
Hold up
Bitch
Pop my collar Huh
Swerve around your daughter huh
She make too much drama
I'll Count up with my mama
They just want my dollar huh
They just want my pockets
I don't no wear no wallet
She don't wear no garments

Written by:
Michael Gause, Segador Regen

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