lance stephenson - poppin lyrics
[intro: lance stephenson]
ayo, it’s your boy bornready, album coming soon
from the gym to the booth
yo roy, let’s get ’em
[hook: lance stephenson]
i pull up to the club, it’s all foreign
and we ain’t leaving ’til early in the morning
don’t matter if we hooping or recording
cause either way you know we out here ballin’ (hey)
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
[verse 1: lance stephenson]
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
came to cali just to get it rockin’
in these city streets, you know we mobbin’
album coming soon, go out and cop it
the grinding never stop, i put in work
flexin’ on the gram got these hater feeling hurt
reppin’ coney island ’til they put me in the dirt
better keep your chick in pocket
boy, i swear ’cause i’m a flirt
jewels always shinin’ all the haters getting jealous
pair of balmain sitting on some new margielas
if i ain’t in the gym, then i’m probably with the fellas
private jets to puerto rico, look there’s nothing you can tell us
take her to the crib, you know, i’m gonna knock it down
shawty pay me [?] every time i come around
started from the bottom, yeah, i built it from the ground
with a bad little thing, when i’m starting through your town
[hook: lance stephenson]
i pull up to the club, it’s all foreign
and we ain’t leaving ’til early in the morning
don’t matter if we hooping or recording
cause either way you know we out here ballin’ (hey)
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
[verse 2: king teeroy]
i’m ballin’, that money callin’
hop in that foreign, ma you stallin’
you know i’m scoring , she said you borin’
so i’m on it, jewelry i flaunt it
my chain glistenin’, chasing chicken
i’m on a mission, look playa listen
roy, i’m stackin’ up this paper, i could show you how to ball
if you want a hit then i’m the one you need to call
we be fresh to death, winter, summer, spring and fall
two freaks and tryna skeet from the window to the wall
ménage à trois two hoes
uh, i ball pujols
you triple a, i’m nba
you more like juco
i go tuco on you putos
man, that boy be in his bag
born told me get then benz, i was thinking ’bout the jag
why you mad ?
cause i’m on the road while you sit at home
out here ballin’ on these suckas
in a cl-ss all on my own
your stylist favorite stylist, roy, i’m flyer than drone
i ain’t trying get sweaty baby, i just want the dome
[hook: lance stephenson]
i pull up to the club, it’s all foreign
and we ain’t leaving ’til early in the morning
don’t matter if we hooping or recording
cause either way you know we out here ballin’ (hey)
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
if you ain’t a baller, you ain’t poppin’
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