conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Poppin with the following description: “Poppin” finds Wayne and former Cash Money teammate Curren$y remixing Rico Richie’s song of the same name. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  (808 Mafia)
  Face ass
  No Ceilings, hah!
  No Ceilings
  Yeah, no
  (Got 'em)
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
  I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
  And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
  Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga, woah
  If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
  If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
  If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga
  Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  She tryna put this money in her stocking
  She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers, woah
  My niggas really Blood, and you just spotting whoa
  We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe
  And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
  My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
  Man I swear to God, these pussies soft like a moth
  Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth, 
  different thoughts
  Sippin' syrup like it's broth
  , 
  life is short
  Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his car
  I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
  Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
  I'm standin' in the Maybach cause it's topless
  I'm standin' at a table full of options
  Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
  And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
  And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
  And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
  My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
  If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly nigga
  If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party nigga
  Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley nigga
  I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
  And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga
  I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga
  And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane
  And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank, whoa!
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  When we leave H-Town, it's in a fish tank
  Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
  Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
  Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
  Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne
  Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
  If you don't collect Ferraris, you ain't poppin', nigga
  You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
  If it ain't OG, I ain't coppin'
  Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
  Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
  Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
  Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
  Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em
  Phone calls in the morning, say they found him
  Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
  Rolled up on the front porch at my grandma's house
  Watchin' 
  Blood Sport
   through the screen door
  What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
  I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
  Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
  Our town, children be firin' live rounds
  Hug the ground 'cause the shit gettin' serious
  Fuck around, get killed unintentional
  While I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
  Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
  I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
  Digital moves, triple the loot
  Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
  I thought of Tune, called back, told him, "Give me two"
  That's what I do
  If you ain't got no Daytons, you ain't poppin', nigga
  One time for my low-riders hoppin', nigga [Outro: Curren$y]
  Yeah, eah, eah
  Nah, nah nah, nah
  Yeah