French Montana - That work lyrics

(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop) (Pop that pop that pop that) Drop that p**y b**h What ya t**n' wit'? I'm young Papi Champagne they know the face, and they know the name Drop that p**y b**h What you t**n' with? Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya t**n' wit'?) Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Montanna! Work, work, work, work, work, work What you t**n' wit'? Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'? Ass so fat, need a lap dance I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc Hundred large bring a mop Cars tinted like Barack Got a Brinks truck in my pocket Thirty chains on my collar Two drops, no mileage Top off like Wallace And I'm hella smoke, b**h know that Filthy rich before rap Your new deal, I throw that Three beans I'm on that (huah!) We pop a molly (huah!) she bus' it open (huah!) She seen the 'gatti (huah!) that p**y soaking Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) I love my big booty b**hes My life a Godfather picture Local club in my city I fell in love with a stripper b**hes know I'm that n***a Talkin four door Bugatti I'm the life of the party Let's get these hoes on the Molly You know I came to stunt So drop that p**y b**h I got what you want Drop that p**y b**h Film it, film it This b**h want me to film it Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's fifty, one hundred, I see no f**ing limits Shout out to Uncle Luke Shout out my b**hes too We the 2 Live Crew 2 for me, 2 for you (woo!) Feed them b**hes carrots f** 'em like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit Smoke a spliff and then I vanish Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple I hope you p**y n***as hating never make a nickel It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha' Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha' It's about to be a hit right now, f** back then we the sh** right now Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf**in' crib And I'm pickin' up the keys to that b**h right now OVO that's major sh**, Toronto with me that's mayor sh** Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player sh** We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike I shine different, I rhyme different Only thing you got is some years on me Man f** you and your time difference I'm Young Papi, champagne They know the face and they know the name Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains And you'd owe me change, ah! Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my n***as 'til they all free One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) b**h! Stop talkin' that sh** And s** a n***a dick for some Trukfit Okay I f** a b**h and I'm gone That's gangsta, Al Capone I make that p**y spit like Bone I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone I'm f**in' with French, excuse my French I lose my mind before I lose my b**h Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing b**h I ball like two eyelids YMCM beat that p**y up, stop playin' I make her a** scream and holla like rock bands I'm a beast, I'm off the leash I am rich like a b**h On my Proactiv sh**, pop that p**y like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And n***a, you's a square And I will twist you like a Rubix Motherf**er I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick ho I'm 5'5 but I could six nine Then beat that p**y like Klitschko It's French Montana, f** Joe It's Weezy F, f** hoes It's truck the world It's truck yo girl It's Trukfit by the truck load, b*atch! Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya t**n' wit'?)