[Chorus: Gloss Up]
Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah
What the hell you scared for? Pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves
Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Gloss Up]
Money got me poppin' it (Poppin'), for a livin'
She gettin' her motherfuckin' check and I can't knock the bitch (What?)
Dance, prescriptions, no matter which one you is, make sure you poppin' it (Pop it)
Her hands on her knees 'cause this her song and she not stoppin' it (She not what?)
She not, ayy (She not stoppin')
I'm gettin' money
Independent lil' bitch (Bitch), can't ask no n***a for nothin' (I can't)
He said he want that pussy (What?), gotta cough up somethin' (On God)
Like a car or a house, go to the bank, drop large amounts
Yeah, I know that you a trick (I know), heard that shit, word of mouth, huh
He be blessin' me, no deacon (No deacon), I be poppin' it for no reason (No reason)
I wear Moncler all year 'cause I be icy every season
Ayy, one pop, two pop, three pop, four
If you not poppin' it, bitch, you can hit the door (Yeah)
[Chorus: Gloss Up & Saucy Santana]
Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah
What the hell you scared for? Pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves
Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please
Pop that please (Saucy), pop that please
Pop that please (Ayy, Gloss), pop that please (Tap me in, uh)

[Verse 2: Saucy Santana]
Change the weather, change my wig (Uh)
Pay for this cat, this pussy a gig (Yeah)
I'm in the trap, I'm in the field
You fuckin' with me? Bitch, be for real
I'm tryna pop, she wanna bump
I'm with the gang, you can get jumped
Stop playin' games, bitch, you ain't drunk
Get your ass whacked tryna get crunk (Yeah)
Pop it on the beat, pop it on the D
He like the way I rock, he like the way I sip
He like the way I dance, he like the way I groove
I'm lookin' so good and n***as wanna choose (Ow)
Broke bitch, who you talkin' to? (Hmm?)
I pimp n***as, you a prostitute
Your mouth big, but your pockets mute (Shh)
If I was you, I'd keep it cute
If I was you, I'd keep it cute
Top notch bitch, who you speakin' to? (Mwah)
Birkin green, bands blue
Ghetto bitch, bamboos
Poppin' all that shit, but she gon' fold under pressure
I'ma pop it for real, but first let's pop this Tesla
[Chorus: Gloss Up]
Put an arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees, yeah
What the hell you scared for? Pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves
Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please
Pop that please, pop that please