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DMFG Maury - Popout (feat. Treyslatt) Lyrics



DMFG Maury - Popout (feat. Treyslatt) Lyrics




Yuh, yuh, Maury, popout, get that blue money
I got new money, chase that blue money, yuh
Yuh, yuh, blue money, yuh, get that blue money
Yuh, get that money, yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah, I got blue money, yeah, it's that new money
Pop up out the scene and you know we gettin' blue hunnids

Standing' in this business, choppa pay attention
I ain't got time for your niggas, please keep me out your mentions
Yeah, and you know I'm on a mission, And I know the clock be tickin'
I'm tryna rod a wave to success, yeah, I'm prayin' to the lord, hope he get me blessed
Workin' hard towards my dreams feel like the end of grade test
Yeah, end of grade test, end of grade test

Goin' fast like sonic, then I flop' on a latex
If you don't wanna be that guy, dats late to a late test
VVS dancing, on my neck shii got me achin', yeah, got me achin'
Got me achin', Whippin' up in the kitchen, man, I be bakin'

Niggas don't even know what half the problem they facin'
And they probably don't even know half the shit that we sayin', yuh
They want up the K, that's the medicine that they be tastin'
557 code, hit your head

And these wussies and these scards, they be runnin' to the feds
Instead of runnin' how bout face, the stuff you started, instead
Yeah pop up out scene, yeah, we chasin' blue money, yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas hatin', thought we was gettin' blue money, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I can see you can't trust not nun nigga', yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas mad, thought we was havin' fun, yuh, yuh
Now I can see you can't trust not nun nigga', yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas mad, thought we was havin' fun, yeah

I got blue money, yeah, it's that new money
Pop up' out the scene, and you know we gettin' blue money, yeah
Steppin' in this business, choppa pay attention
I ain't got no time, for these, niggas please keep me out yo mentions, yeah

And you know im on a mission
And I know the clock be tickin, I'm tryna rod a wave
To succes, yeah
I'm prayin' to the Lord, hope he give me bless

Workin' hard towards my dreams
Feel like da end of grade test, yeah, end of grade test,end of grade test
Guess, them boys hatin', cause they see I finally made it
Diamonds on my neck, cost a hundred, you can't say that

All I'm worried about is the money, and that's a fact
Thinkin' he can run up on me, he gon' go splat
He just mad, cause he see I got a big bag
Got out the way, started to rap, now I'm livin' fast

One day I wanna grow up, and become a dad
Oh, wow
Baby, you respect me if you know who I am
I came so far

Now I'm drivin' an Lam, yeah
Slatt
Oh, maury
Uh-huh

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
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Yuh, yuh, Maury, popout, get that blue money
I got new money, chase that blue money, yuh
Yuh, yuh, blue money, yuh, get that blue money
Yuh, get that money, yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah, I got blue money, yeah, it's that new money
Pop up out the scene and you know we gettin' blue hunnids

Standing' in this business, choppa pay attention
I ain't got time for your niggas, please keep me out your mentions
Yeah, and you know I'm on a mission, And I know the clock be tickin'
I'm tryna rod a wave to success, yeah, I'm prayin' to the lord, hope he get me blessed
Workin' hard towards my dreams feel like the end of grade test
Yeah, end of grade test, end of grade test

Goin' fast like sonic, then I flop' on a latex
If you don't wanna be that guy, dats late to a late test
VVS dancing, on my neck shii got me achin', yeah, got me achin'
Got me achin', Whippin' up in the kitchen, man, I be bakin'

Niggas don't even know what half the problem they facin'
And they probably don't even know half the shit that we sayin', yuh
They want up the K, that's the medicine that they be tastin'
557 code, hit your head

And these wussies and these scards, they be runnin' to the feds
Instead of runnin' how bout face, the stuff you started, instead
Yeah pop up out scene, yeah, we chasin' blue money, yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas hatin', thought we was gettin' blue money, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I can see you can't trust not nun nigga', yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas mad, thought we was havin' fun, yuh, yuh
Now I can see you can't trust not nun nigga', yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
Why these niggas mad, thought we was havin' fun, yeah

I got blue money, yeah, it's that new money
Pop up' out the scene, and you know we gettin' blue money, yeah
Steppin' in this business, choppa pay attention
I ain't got no time, for these, niggas please keep me out yo mentions, yeah

And you know im on a mission
And I know the clock be tickin, I'm tryna rod a wave
To succes, yeah
I'm prayin' to the Lord, hope he give me bless

Workin' hard towards my dreams
Feel like da end of grade test, yeah, end of grade test,end of grade test
Guess, them boys hatin', cause they see I finally made it
Diamonds on my neck, cost a hundred, you can't say that

All I'm worried about is the money, and that's a fact
Thinkin' he can run up on me, he gon' go splat
He just mad, cause he see I got a big bag
Got out the way, started to rap, now I'm livin' fast

One day I wanna grow up, and become a dad
Oh, wow
Baby, you respect me if you know who I am
I came so far

Now I'm drivin' an Lam, yeah
Slatt
Oh, maury
Uh-huh

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
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Writer: DANNY SNODGRASS, DRO KENJI, ELIJAH ROGERS, ISAIAH VALMONT, MICHAEL ROMITO, NICHOLAS MIRA, RIO LEYVA, TERRANCE WILSON, WILLIAM DANIEL REPKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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