Hoppin’ - Intellectual

[Hook:]

I be hoppin' on that money, I be hoppin' on your bitch

She be hoppin' out them clothes just to hop up on this dick

I be hoppin' out that plane just to hop up in that whip

I gets it poppin' every time

My nigga hop up on my dick

Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up

I got goons on my left, I got G's all in my right

Got drink all in my cup. Got your bitch all in my sight

We be mobbin' like a mother fucker don't we

Fuck nigga actin' way too familiar, he don't know me

Pour the stuff and get the pills, style on niggas for the thrill

Try and infiltrate, long ass nozzle in your grill

All my real niggas feel me though. Bitch can you hear me, huh?

Unloyal niggas start to wear you down. The wear and tear is crucial

Niggas claim they love you boy, ain't none them niggas truthful

Sometimes it's better to be neutral

I got tatts all over my skin, got your bitch all on in my lap boy

I'm back on my shit, coke boy what's happenin'

New coupe on Rodeo Drive

Tryna and find me a bad bitch that don't tell lies

But the chance of that, that's slim to none

Fuck it I'm smokin', already on my second lung

Gettin' money, countin' ends. Different flavors, I be hoppin' in

Still throwin' my gang up, them fuck niggas gon' hang up

They peep up how I came up posted with the same cup

But niggas they don't love you no more, no more, no more...when you getting money and you stay on the road, the road, the road