Pop Style - Jack Daily Remix

Yeah, yeah
 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
 Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it
 Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum (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 for my family, man, I try my hardest
 It's all I ever did and look will I, will I pam blow
 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
 South, south, side, that's the motto
 Cop a crib and spend ten million on...
 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'll be blacking out, I ain't backing out
 
 Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish but I...