Lyrics:

Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand

I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims flicker
The paint dripper, ice in my rings glitter
I straight flip-uh the cheese like pancake-uh
Falling from trees like the leaves in my hand break-uh
Project Pat-uh, attractin' dime piece-uhs
I'm Dirty South-uh, french braid, gold teeth-uhs
I'm out here makin' sense 'cause I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, dog, and a popped collar

She just another ho that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well gon' 'head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could

Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand

Now, when it comes to gettin' bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they playin', man, they some fakery
Let me catch your girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon' be at you in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryna get paid however money is made
A lot of dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me? I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real

Well, you know me by the Juice man, hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
Tryna get a paycheck, but welfare ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I can get paid and relax in the shade
And say, 'Fuck a nine-to-five,' 'cause a nigga tired of slaving
It's never easy for a player in the hood on the come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more, she get done up

Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Poppin' my collar)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Poppin'-poppin' my collar)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Poppin' my collar)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Poppin'-poppin' my collar)