Poppin’ My Collar

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mr. Bigg] Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand [Verse 1: Project Pat] I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims flicker The paint dripper, ice in my rings glitter I straight flip-uh the cheese like pancake-uh Falling from trees like the leaves in my hand break-uh Project Pat-uh, attractin' dime piece-uhs I'm Dirty South-uh, french braid, gold teeth-uhs I'm out here makin' sense 'cause I'm out here makin' dollars I keep a bad broad, dog, and a popped collar [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] She just another ho that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well gon' 'head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could [Chorus: Mr. Bigg] Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now, when it comes to gettin' bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they playin', man, they some fakery Let me catch your girl up out some work and in my sight And believe I'm gon' be at you in the daylight with a flashlight I'm tryna get paid however money is made A lot of 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, for real [Verse 4: Juicy J] Well, you know me by the Juice man, hangin' out with Big Triece Standin' on the porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed Tryna get a paycheck, but welfare ain't came yet That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I can get paid and relax in the shade And say, "Fuck a nine-to-five," 'cause a nigga tired of slaving It's never easy for a player in the hood on the come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more, she get done up [Chorus: Mr. Bigg] Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Poppin'– poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand [Outro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Poppin' my collar) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Poppin'-poppin' my collar) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Poppin' my collar) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Poppin'-poppin' my collar)