Poppin' My Collar

Now every since I could remember I been popping my collar

Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar

Every since I could remember I been working this hoes

And they betta put my money in my hand

Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery

A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery

Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site

And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight

I'm trying to get paid however money is made

A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid

But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow

Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith

Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed

Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet

Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet

So I could get paid and relax in the shade

And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving

It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up

If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up

She's just another hoe that I met in the hood

I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good

She might as well go on head and suck on my wood

And let me whisper something in her ear if I could

I got some hoes out there bringing ya boy back some good

That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood

Ain't having to shout at no motherfucking slut

You know I'm acting bitch make cut a fucking rug

You better get out there and get my money in the woods

I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug

You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what

These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!