We Get It Poppin' - Meek Mill

You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket

Pull it out right now and contribute

Uh, yeah, I’m standin' at a table full of trappers

I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA

My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers

Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it

I met a bitch from uptown, I’m like, «Woah»

Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, «Woah»

My niggas ain’t fuckin' around, they gon' go

Think I’m a spend a cheque on that pussy, I’m like, «No»

I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet

Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana

Got a bitch in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer

Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta

To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table

I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinkin' Billie Jean

I got a TEC sittin' on the step and that’s on the set

Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know

I’m standin' at a table full of trappers

I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA

My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers

Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it

You ran up on my set and tried to knock us

They heard I’m wit' the killers and the robbers

If I don’t fire hammers and the choppers

I be ridin' 'til they free Wavie Crockett

Khaki sippin' dirty at the house

My niggas, you don’t rap cause you can’t stop us

Blood, he poppin' me and J. Lo in the projects

Nigga, you couldn’t see us wit' binoculars

Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka

Let the birds fly like it’s falcons, ball like

This that vintage Chanel, drinkin', twistin' cigars

Mixin' Cris in the dark, cryin', grippin' the odds

Hit my man up, I had to go

Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridin' like the Pope, Montana

I’m standin' at a table full of trappers

I pop a Perc and take off like it’s NASA

My niggas, they don’t rap, but look like rappers

Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it

If you ain’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin'

If you don’t got no paper, you ain’t poppin' it