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Poppin' Off Video (MV)




Performed By: Cursive
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Sebastian Buchak-Sandy




Cursive - Poppin' Off Lyrics




Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

I ain't with the beef I just count my guap up
Came with the heat I got a thousand oppas
You know I'm a G no you cannot stop us
Can't sit in my seat no you cannot top us
Bitches love to hate I can't hear what you saying
Cut my day ones off I'm done with the playing
They talk too much when they ain't money making
I just move by myself I'm done with the faking
Stop with the cap cause you ain't been were I been
You ain't done what I done
You ain't seen what I seen
New Louie bag
With a couple some racks
And the Nike, supreme, and the new Gucci jeans

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Don't come around if I don't recognize your face
Free by boy buk he had to stay with a K
In the studio I'm posted all day
Cause f*ck these moody hoes I ain't need them anyway
Back in the day I remember I was nothing
I had to ball out for my mom I turned into something
If he really want beef we upping yeah we gunning
I was simpin real now bands is what I'm thumbin
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Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

I ain't with the beef I just count my guap up
Came with the heat I got a thousand oppas
You know I'm a G no you cannot stop us
Can't sit in my seat no you cannot top us
Bitches love to hate I can't hear what you saying
Cut my day ones off I'm done with the playing
They talk too much when they ain't money making
I just move by myself I'm done with the faking
Stop with the cap cause you ain't been were I been
You ain't done what I done
You ain't seen what I seen
New Louie bag
With a couple some racks
And the Nike, supreme, and the new Gucci jeans

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Look at my bank I got in my bag now
Said f*ck a hoe all I want is cash now
Brand new fit I don't check the tag now
Now I'm too rich I don't got to worry about my past now

Don't come around if I don't recognize your face
Free by boy buk he had to stay with a K
In the studio I'm posted all day
Cause f*ck these moody hoes I ain't need them anyway
Back in the day I remember I was nothing
I had to ball out for my mom I turned into something
If he really want beef we upping yeah we gunning
I was simpin real now bands is what I'm thumbin
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Writer: Sebastian Buchak-Sandy
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