Pop My Shit - Moneybagg Yo

Talk my, I talk my shit

Excuse my French, I talk my shit

Wherever I’m at, I pop my shit, pop my shit, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

I’m in the 'Cat with the red on the key

I’m at the bank and an opp, I don’t see

Wanted somethin' real so she fuckin' with me

40K smile, so I say cheese

Haters be quiet and they talk when I leave (Hah)

Ain’t no handouts, got nothing from nobody (Nope)

I really spent me some M’s with the jeweler

Look at me, this how you wear a Bugatti

Opened her purse and she brung out them racks (Too many)

Literally, she in her bag

I’m in somethin' fast, you hear when I snatch (Skrrt)

But you don’t see nothin' when I pass

I’m fully focused, but full of the ZaZa (What's that?)

That’s what we call the exotic

House a hotel, garage like a car lot (Everywhere)

No money problems, so I pop it

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

You know I’ma pop it, I’m havin' my way

They wanna be me so they copy and paste (Paste)

I’m in the latest, ain’t nothin' out of date (Date)

Fuck a stylist, I got flavor, got taste (Me)

ICU, my right wrist sick (Hold up)

Can’t tell me nothin', I know I’m lit (No)

Went Nino Brown, way I canceled that bitch

Excuse my French, I talk my shit

Six watches, big time

Seats in the big body recline (Lay back)

New body, she fine

Lil' bitch ain’t perfect but she mine (For me)

Blue hundreds, pink fifties

I’m lottery pick, the big ticket (Ugh)

Pour red up, I’m Trippie

Slow leak like faucet, I’m too drippy (Slip)

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

I think I’m the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that’s a part of my 'fit

Championship rings, can’t ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me, I’m just poppin' my shit