[Intro: Maceo]
Dope boy music
This for all the dope boys, man
Dope boy music
All my n***as out there getting that motherfucking oney everyday
Taking these motherfucking chances, n***a
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***a, now I'm slanging OD's
I was 12 years old, watching bruh bag up
Ain't nobody give a shit, the fuck, 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
Bitch, my daddy sold dope, so [?] make us prowd
Remix this bitch, remix that bitch
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***a
40 racks off a brick
I don't know a n***a
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***a, 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***a 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