Ayy, it's so beautiful when a plan come together
It's your boy MempHitz
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (remix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hitz Committee, pat'na

It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew from local to major (yeah)
My pockets flooded with paper (yeah), born as a Missouri stater (ha)
Mami gon' take it low, if you can then touch your toes
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I consider that as change
Twenty-five's on my Range, know that that's a odd number
The way you tootin' that thang can make the guys wonder (damn)
Of what's underneath ('neath), or even if it's real (real)
I'm hoping she's a freak (freak), 'cause I ain't tryna chill (nah)
I'm tryna get it poppin', with a shortie like mine (okay)
That's willing to drop it low enough to blow my mind (uh)
It's H-U-eezy and Bow Weezy
Let's see if she can get lower than before on the remix (remix)

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

Damn, lil' mama, I'm sayin'
Huh, all that in them jeans? Woo
Ayy, ayy, but let me holla at you for a minute though

Hey, what it is? They call me Bow Wizzle (it's me)
Now, pop, lock, drop it for me, make that thang jiggle (yep)
She moves her hips just like Shakira (damn)
If she was in a contest she would be the winner (yup)
From Ohio all the way to St. Louis (uh-huh)
Hey, all the girls do it (that's right), just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave you (who?), I'm talkin' 'bout ya mama
If you wont do it for me then do it for these dollars
'Cause I'ma make it rain, these other dudes is lame (yeah)
They talk a good game (uh-huh), but they can't do the same (nah)
Now drop it up and down, now take it to the ground
If you wanna please me, baby, all you gotta do is
Pop, lock, and drop it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's right)
Girl, get your pretty self over here, gimme them cookies

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

Shawty snap (yeah)
(Mmm, good God)
Damn, shawty snap
Shawty, yeah

Now let me ask you a lil' question that you never heard
How do you make them dollars disappear like Copperfield for a lack of better words?
Let me introduce my friends, that's Huey and Bow Wow
And I'm the pain better known as Teddy Bend-her-ass-down
I'ma G (yeah), but, you probably already knew that
But you didn't know I can make you pop, lock, drop and do that
Now understand I'm the baddest man alive
So let's just bend your knees and do the G5 (now we fly)
Yeah, now you can do it (yeah)
Yeah, now you see me (yeah)
Yeah, you wanna be me (yeah)
Yeah, you got my CD (yeah)
Yeah, that's Hitz Committee (yeah)
Yeah, that's Baby Huey (yeah)
Yeah, that's Bow Weezy (yeah)
Yeah, that's Teddy Pain
I'ma make you climb the pole
I'ma play you depending on how this money unfold
And I got it from my mama I ain't tryna go pro
If you pop, lock, drop it, I might let all of this go (oh)

Toot that thang up (uh-huh)
Mami, make it roll (uh-huh)
Once you pop, pop lock it for me (uh-huh)
Girl, get low (uh-huh-huh)
If yo' mama gave it to you (uh-huh)
Baby girl, let it show (uh-huh)
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me (uh-huh)
Maybe we can roll (uh-huh) (oh)

Hey (yeah)
I guess that's what it is then world
Hitz Committee (throw your AP's up)
So so Def
Konvict (what's up, what's up man? Haha)
Ayy, y'all can roll with us or get rolled over, man (yeah)
Already (yeah)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Calvin Miller, Dandre Smith, Faheem Najm, Lawrence Frank, Shad Moss