Karim Kharbouch (Arabic: لقد مارست الجنس مع الميكروفون ; born November 9, 1… Read Full Bio ↴Karim Kharbouch (Arabic: لقد مارست الجنس مع الميكروفون ; born November 9, 1984), better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he immigrated to the United States with his family at the age of 13. He embarked on a musical career in 2002, releasing a slew of independent material until signing a joint-venture record deal with Puff Daddy's Bad Boy Records and Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group in 2012.
Kharbouch released his debut mixtape in 2007 and had his first breakthrough with the single "Choppa Choppa Down" in 2010. He released his debut studio album Excuse My French in May 2013, which was met with generally mixed reviews despite commercial success from its lead single, "Pop That" (featuring Rick Ross, Drake, and Lil Wayne). In July 2017, he released his second studio album Jungle Rules, which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200.
Kharbouch released his debut mixtape in 2007 and had his first breakthrough with the single "Choppa Choppa Down" in 2010. He released his debut studio album Excuse My French in May 2013, which was met with generally mixed reviews despite commercial success from its lead single, "Pop That" (featuring Rick Ross, Drake, and Lil Wayne). In July 2017, he released his second studio album Jungle Rules, which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200.
Pop That
French Montana Lyrics
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(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that (huah)
We pop a molly (huah) she bus' it open (huah)
She seen the 'gatti (huah) that pussy soaking
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin' four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party
Let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha'
Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha'
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit
Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I'm Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah
Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me
On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Bitch, stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm 5'5 but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that (huah)
We pop a molly (huah) she bus' it open (huah)
She seen the 'gatti (huah) that pussy soaking
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin' four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party
Let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha'
Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha'
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit
Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I'm Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah
Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me
On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Bitch, stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm 5'5 but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
The song Pop That by French Montana is an upbeat and energetic track with explicit lyrics. The song’s lyrics revolve around partying, dancing, and sex, with phrases such as “drop that pussy bitch” and “what ya twerkin’ wit’?”. The song is heavily influenced by Southern hip hop and Miami bass, with the lyrics being a tribute to the 2 Live Crew, Uncle Luke and the Miami bass sound. French Montana, Lil Wayne, Drake and Rick Ross each has a verse in the song, with French Montana’s verse being the most explicit.
French Montana’s lyrics in the song are unapologetic and are directed towards women. The lyrics are meant to be catchy and fun, encouraging women to twerk and dance to the song. The reference to 2 Live Crew and Uncle Luke further emphasizes the song’s party theme and the Miami bass sound. Overall, the song Pop That is a straightforward and catchy hip hop track with southern hip hop and Miami bass influences.
Interestingly, Pop That was French Montana's first song to chart on the US Billboard Hot 100, peaking at number 36. Drake’s verse on this song was the first time the rapper had worked with French Montana. Drake went on to collaborate with French Montana on several other tracks, including No Shopping and No Stylist. The song’s music video features cameo appearances from various fellow rappers, including DJ Khaled and Ace Hood. The music video also features various women twerking and dancing to the beat of the song.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Aubrey Drake Graham, Karim Kharbouch, Anthony Norris, Dwayne Michael Carter, William Leonard Roberts, Luther Campbell
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@sadiaansari4574
REAL 6ICKO “put my money in the grave” is a selfish statement. It’s literally the most selfish thing people have ever done in history. Confirms to me that there is nothing new under the Sun. When one is dead they cannot at all benefit from what they have accumulated. I’m responding to the thinking that wrote such a line, and the thinking that celebrates it.
This type of thinking was the ignorance of ancient rich and powerful classes who would be buried with treasures and even their (living) slaves because they thought that their afterlife would be a continuation of their worldly experience of scummy exploitation. It was a signal of status to other rich and powerful peers, and was premised on the delusion that the hierarchy was divine providence.
I see the same type of thinking here. Drake feels he deserves millions of dollars and he is actually “better” than others because he has such wealth. In fact, it’s simply a result of our capitalist society disproportionately rewarding frivolous activities like music and sports due to their ability to generate consumption on which the system is built upon. That, and the fact that corporations generate more revenue than actual countries (as well as harm) and can distribute wages however they see fit.
That people like this are role models, and lyrics like this taken as gospel truths is disgusting.
Is it healthy to have a life wherein you think everyone else (and those close to you) are undeserving scum who don’t deserve anything,l? How does saying that it’s better to burn the wealth you received from others (for an activity that does not actually benefit people) a thing to celebrate?
It’s a pagan mentality and modern capitalism is a return to barbarism. The only person better than another is one who has better character. Everything else will end and rot away.
@FrenchMontana
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@aaronparsons7826
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@ZicoTops
The world needs more music like this. Rappers don't get together to make fire like this anymore.
@donniesudayko9127
Zico Tops ain’t that the truth lmfao we don’t need a bunch of idiots on one screen at a time tho so might be a good thing
@Powdered_Toastman
😂😂
@CenTralAct
@Kris Wit it these artists that are "grown up" literally blew up the same time as these new artists 😂. All 18-25 when they blew up.