Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Sell dat cat Get ya man Keep yo man (uh-huh, yeah) Pop dat booty for a couple real men Couple johns Couple studs in the back again [Verse 1] Make dat money Girl Don’t let it make you Letice No Brown Yeah That name gon’ save you Nails done Edges laid Rent paid twice Whole ring finger lookin’ like it’s sittin’ on ice Screenshots tucked Got receipts on deck He gon’ act up You gon’ cash that check “Where the wedding at?” they be askin’ you Save me a plate Sis Front row view [Chorus] Pop dat booty for a couple real men Couple johns Couple studs Say “amen” Sell dat cat But you still run game Make dat money Don’t you ever trade your name Pop dat booty Lil’ mama Don’t trip If he fumble That’s another bag flipped Get ya man Keep yo man But the money? That’s your best friend [Verse 2] He a good one? Then you better hold tight Cook a lil’ somethin’ Put it on him all night Talk slick in his ear while you ride that wave But the bills in your name You ain’t no slave Best friend laughin’ “Sis Invite me too” “Front row Veil on I’m toastin’ with you” If he put a ring on it We gon’ clown Whole block yellin’ “Mrs. No Brown!” [Chorus] Pop dat booty for a couple real men Couple johns Couple studs Say “amen” Sell dat cat But you still run game Make dat money Don’t you ever trade your name Pop dat booty Lil’ mama Don’t trip If he fumble That’s another bag flipped Get ya man Keep yo man But the money? That’s your best friend [Bridge] When the wedding? Text the date I’ma pull up cute I’ma eat that plate (hey!) When the wedding? Say it twice New last name But your pockets still nice [Chorus] Pop dat booty for a couple real men Couple johns Couple studs Say “amen” Sell dat cat But you still run game Make dat money Don’t you ever trade your name Pop dat booty Lil’ mama Don’t trip If he fumble That’s another bag flipped Get ya man Keep yo man But the money? That’s your best friend (your best friend)
Tags
pop, Hard club trap, swung hi-hats and sub-heavy bass. Female vocals with a playful, taunting delivery; verses are half-rapped, half-chanted, with call-and-response ad-libs. Chorus explodes with stacked hooks and crowd shouts, kick and clap slamming on every bar. Brief breakdown before the last chorus strips to bass and vocal, then everything slams back in.
Duration
2:44
Instrumental
No
Created
2/6/2026