Drake - Pop Style Lyrics Music

Lyrics to "Pop Style" song by Drake.

All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style - Drake

Pop Style Lyrics

by: Drake

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Drake]

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit

All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle

[Verse 1: Drake]

Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it, do not make it

Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum

They do, they do

And I like to finish what you think you started

Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started

You don't know what you just started

All I do is hang with the young and heartless

All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest

It's all I ever did and look where it got him

Yeah, you've been on my mind lately

You've still got my number, girl you need to call me

I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way

But you know I always handle that one my way

Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body

Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway

I can't trust no fuckin' body

They still out to get me cause they never got me

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jay-Z (as The Throne)]

They still out to get me, they don't get it

I can not be got, and that's a given

They like Pablo, "why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?"

Why do you know every single bitch that I know?

Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?

Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago, aye

South, south, side, that's the motto, aye

Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel

Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know

We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye

Throne is back up in it, aye

In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye

I be blacking out, I ain't backing out

Jay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but I...

I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body

Take you to the garage and do some karate

Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake

Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki

(Perfect)

[Hook: Drake]

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich

This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit

All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style

Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle