Millionaires - Pop Rocks

Call me little wayne cus I'm lickin on your lollipop
one lick in he about to get my tootsie pop.
pop pop pop pop pop like I'll never stop.
He about to shoot, like a gun shot.

Yeah boy, you're so sweet.
You're my type 2, diabetes.
Put them sprinkles on, my titties.
Jaw breaker, hard candy.

(Chorus)

I want it in my mouth, like pop rocks.
Sugar overload, with a little shot.
Gotta roll down, to the candy shop.
Explode, like pop rocks.
I want it in my mouth, like pop rocks.
Sugar overload, with a little shot.
Gotta roll down, to the candy shop.
Explode like pop rocks.

(NightClub Fight Club)

Go the flow so
you could listen to this spitin for yo fix when you broke.
bitches know when i'm kissin on them slow
They just wishin that I'm givin them the dick till they choke like
like ohh damn girl you be doing it,
You so bad that that other chick i was with she screw that bitch.
my children are livin inside of your throat
and shit if you think its gross than just get a shot of patron.

(Chorus)

I want it in my mouth, like pop rocks.
Sugar overload, with a little shot.
Gotta roll down, to the candy shop.
Explode, like pop rocks.
I want it in my mouth, like pop rocks.
Sugar overload, with a little shot.
Gotta roll down, to the candy shop.
Explode like pop rocks.