Bop Lyrics

Hey man

Ha ha ha ha

Ayy, so I got a call the other day, right

Some niggas said they gon' make sure I don't make it out of Dayton alive, man

What's wrong with these niggas

Hey, what's up

Get my haters out of Dayton

You know I got to get some more names out of Dayton

Hey, listen up man

We hatin' on the stage, everybody goin' nuts

The haters over there, but we don't give a fuck

Band after band, we think this shit funny

But no time to hate, we too busy gettin' money

Cause we bop, bop, bop, and they just bop, bop, bop

And we just bop, bop, bop, and they just bop, bop, bop, bop

We boppin' over here and the haters over there

Come and get your bills paid, we throwin' money in the air

Niggas hatin' on us and expect us to be scared

But got one life to live, so you know we do not care

Bitch, I'm bankrollin', I do not chase hoes

Mind on the money, bitch, I'm seein' pesos

And when we hit the stage, everybody go nuts

The haters gon' hate, but we don't give a fuck

Money, money, money, bandstack racks

My name ring bells like a fuckin' boxing match

That money on my mind like a fuckin' stocking catch

And tonight I'm on some other shit, I might just jack

Bop, bop, bop, watch the bitches go crazy

Money in my pocket, man, we do this shit daily

Bop, bop, bop, watch the bitches go crazy

A little bit of swag, sometimes I just wave

Niggas on the stage, everybody goin' nuts

The haters over there, but we don't give a fuck

Band after band, we think this shit funny

But no time to hate, we too busy gettin' money

Bop, bop, bop, and they just bop, bop, bop

And we just bop, bop, bop, and they just bop, bop, bop

Flexin' like I'm stretchin', I got goons, don't need no weapons

I'm the charge and I'm the captain, plus my money keep on stackin'

Ooh, look at that

Flexin' like I'm stretchin', I got goons, don't need no weapons

I'm the charge and I'm the captain, plus my money keep on stackin'

These bitches wanna do me, cause my chain is lookin' fruity

Bitch, look twice, you see a movie in my story

Wrist lookin' like glasses, pocket full of that paper

I do it big on these haters, fade yo' ass away like paper

Hey bitch, I'll see you later, and uh, do me a favor

Keep burnin' your mouth, cause I'm gon' be screamin', you better stay

Bitch, I do it B-I-B-S-A-A-T-T-G

Yo' bitch wanna be with me, you see that I am so edgy

Fuck you bitch, I earned my stripes, even I stay black and white

I swear you gotta kill me twice, I'm flyer than a fuckin' cop

Fuck the JMO, we gon' take a trip to Lenox

I'm in yo' bitch mouth, as if I was a dentist

I stay over the soul, as if I was a chemist

L-O-M-R and get it started, you would think there was some limit

We hookin' on the stage, everybody goin' nuts

The haters over there, but we don't give a fuck

Band after band, we think this shit funny

But no time to hate, we too busy gettin' money

Cause we just bop, bop, bop

And they just bop, bop, bop

And we just bop, bop, bop

And they just bop, bop, bop

Now hit the dance floor

Now hit the dance floor

Do it do it, do it do it

Go on a drop it low

Now hit the dance floor

Now hit the dance floor

Do it do it, do it do it

Go on a drop it low

Now do it, do it, do it

Now do it, do it, do it

Now do it, do it, do it