Lui la Lean - Dolla Poppin (feat. Abbi Fxx) Lyrics

Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga
Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga
Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Gon' throw it, nigga
Hundred fifty hundred, gon' throw it, nigga
Get up on that pole and do some tricks
And make your ass talk
CasaMigos got me buckin
Make a nigga f*ck a rack off
Grind slow until it's fully automatic
Knock your back off
Know you fishin' for this Goodbar
Eat the chocolate, suck my lap off
Make her earn this thunderstorm
And, baby, you gon' blow the cap off
Get this money off the floor
And, baby, you can take the tags off
Say she's lookin' for a cash cow
Make it storm until it black out
Got her twerkin' with her ass out
Get that bag, push that pack out
I'm known to make it snow
It don't really matter season
,Yeah it's strange for some change
Do some odd till we even
Pussy sweet like Reese's piecey
Grind on dick until it's leaky
All the linkin' with you, sneaky
Dollars, twenties, hundreds, fifties, Money
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Throw them dollars, throw them racks
I See them bands don't know how to act
I throw this ass, he wanna come to the back
Got ballers in the club, got rappers with plaques
Different tax bracket
All the hoes, they causing racket
Want the attention, tryna be seen
But I'm looking cute, dripped out, so clean
Bending over, touching toes
Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know
The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro
The bottle's coming cause we need more
One's raining in my cup, pour
Bad bitches to the floor
Turn up, tryna have a good time
Got four, five rich niggas waiting in line
Bending over, touching toes
Don't tell my nigga he ain't gotta know
The way I shake this ass swear I'm like a pro
The bottle's coming cause we need more
In the club, don't wanna leave
My makeup's smudged, f*ck up my weave
Then we do it again the next day
Ladies getting in free, who the f*ck gon' pay
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Go on, throw that shit
Got them dollars, got them dollars
Nigga, throw that shit