Dopeboy Music lyrics

[Intro: Maceo]
Dope boy music
This for all the dope boys, man
Dope boy music
All my n*ggas out there getting that motherf*cking oney everyday
Taking these motherf*cking chances, n*gga
Hey

[Chorus: Maceo]
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door

[Verse 1: Maceo]
Hit the spot with the work, tell me what you need
Was a dime ass n*gga, now I'm slanging OD's
I was 12 years old, watching bruh bag up
Ain't nobody give a sh*t, the f*ck, we had to run it up
Back then, it was statе, now it's federal
1 false movе, I sware I won't get out
Man, I'm so far in the dope game, I sware I can't get out
b*tch, my daddy sold dope, so [?] make us prowd
Remix this b*tch, remix that b*tch
Shout out to Southside G, that recipe, it made me rich
That's why them white diamonds keep on dancing on my wrist
You know my flow hard, A1 brick
[Chorus: Maceo]
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Them bricks, they cost me 31, them bails, done cost me nothing
A 62, whip to a whole 6 ounce
Do the math, 500 off a zip, n*gga
40 racks off a brick
I don't know a n*gga
Who got hustle like this
I can school an OG on how to run up a check
Your price, your hype, get whatever you like
57, 570, 48, 480
[?] hardtop crazy, finesse, play [?]
A Freebanb juug, I just copped for 180
You minemom waging, I count up crazy
BMG on the bricks, 'cause n*gga, I made them
[Chorus: Maceo]
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door

[Verse 3: Future]
I'm a dope n*gga to my soul, I'm fresh up out that bole
I got Guccis on my eyes, and I can't see nothing but them loads
That moola and that fetti, I ain't chasing none of these hoes
These hoes, they chase the kid, like I'm worth a pot of gold
I'm working with the 4, I'm a Freeband boss
I was running to the car, now I pull up at a [?]
I took so many losses, I gotta get it out the pot
Your trap ain't rolling, if your spot ain't hot
I got 2 chickens on me, 1 in my right, one in my left ear
Every year we ran it up, but this year, we persevere
Grind harder, I got a lawyer [?]
In the meantime, I can make a 4 to a quarter
[Chorus: Maceo]
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
This dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Real dope boy music
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door
Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow
Count that money up, ship it out the door