(Calvin Miller Production)

Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll (oh)

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

Tonight, it's gon' be some changes, no actin' sadity
So stop actin' and get it clappin'
'Cause I'm knowin' you feel me
Yeah, you cute, but don't let that shit go to yo' head
'Cause what this cutie won't do, pimpin', another one will
You prepared, rockin' a skirt and ya heels so tall
And we ain't wit' none of that trickin', but our bills so tall
I been peepin' you fo' a while, and you throwin' it back
If you lookin' fo' you a balla, we got dough in the back
Look, yo' color carmelo brown and yo' skin so smooth
I'm havin' fantasies about what you and me can do
And you an undercover freak, you probably thinkin' the same
I'm seein' light up on yo' face because you peepin' my chain
And I ain't tryna put you out there as if you a freak
So don't even take it that way, just say you did it fo' me
And, yeah, you probably roll wit' me 'cause it's money in my pockets
So before then I gotta see you pop, lock and drop it

Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll (oh)

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

I ain't gotta be yo' man but I really wouldn't mind
We ain't got to talk again I'm just tryna have a time
If you a balla, pull a stack out, and slap her on the ayy
Pop, lockin', cock blockers, get up out the way
Let lil' mami get low, give her space, let her sweat
The club turnin' to Hooters 'cause they shirts is so wet
From the window to the wall, lil' mama showin' her thong
The broad freakin' herself, it's tellin' me that it's on
You ready, then we can roll, I'm tellin' you we can go
I'm thinkin' if I can handle it, the way you make it roll
You groovin' and speedin' up, you right in between us
If you a strip-teaser, then, baby, don't tease us
At first I thought I was trippin' but my vision gettin' clearer
You movin' that thang around as if you practice in the mirror
"She doin' a new dance", what the next man said
I'm like, "Nah, she just pop lockin' on a headstand"

Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll (oh)

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

Make it roll to the left (left)
Roll to the right (right)
Pop, lock and drop it, get low, aight
Make it roll to the left (left)
Roll to the right (right)
Pop, lock and drop it, get low, aight

It ain't trickin' if you got it
We got it, but ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll wit' it
And maybe you'll roll wit' us
It ain't trickin' if you got it
We got it, but ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll wit' it
And maybe you'll roll wit' us

Pop, lock and drop it
Now pop, lock and drop it fo' me
Pop, lock and drop it
Say pop, lock and drop it
Now what's yo' name, girl?
Ha, never mind, never mind
Do your thang, girl
Fire, you ain't never lied
What's yo' name, girl?
Never mind, never mind
Do your thang, girl
Fire, you ain't never lied (oh)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Calvin Jermel Miller, Dandre Smith, Lawrence Franks Jr.