Moneybagg Yo – Pop My Shit Lyrics

Pop My Shit

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"Pop My Shit." - Moneybagg Yo

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:06 am

Album: Time Served (Deluxe)

Track No: 13

Talk my, I talk my shit
Excuse my French, I talk my shit
Wherever I'm at, I 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 pop 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 pop my shit
I'm in a 'Cat, with the red on the key
I'm at the bank and a opp, I don't see
Wanted something real so she fuckin' with me
40K smile, so I say, "Cheese!"
Haters be quiet and they talk when I leave
Ain't no handouts, got nothin' for nobody (Nope)
I really spend me some M's with the jeweler
Look at me, this how you wear a Bugatti
Open them purses, she broke out them racks (Too many)
Literally, she in her bag, I'm in so 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 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 pop 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 pop my shit
You know I'ma pop it, I'm havin' my way
They wanna be me, so they copy and paste
I'm in the latest, ain't nothin' outta date
Fuck a stylist, I got flavor, got taste
ICU, my right wrist sick, can't tell me nothin' I know I'm lit
Went Nino Brown the way I canceled that bitch
Excuse my French, I talk my shit
Six watches, big time
Seats in the big body, recline (Laid back)
New body, she fine
Lil bitch ain't perfect but she mine (Fuck me)
Blue hunnids, pink fifties, I'm lottery pick, the big ticket
Pour Redd up, I'm Trippie, slow leak like faucet, I'm too drippy
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 pop 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 pop my shit

Writer(s): Demario White & Christopher Pearson.

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