Pocket Full Of Money - Crooked I

I send a 100 pounds out of town, still I rep the west turf

I’m about to make my whole coast put on a fresh shirt

Hustler music, export expert

If I walk away with more than you, I did the leg work

Bread thirst, I ain’t thinkin' of nothin' else

Hi hater, vibrator, fuck ya' self

My paper, skyscraper, you’re just a elf

5 acres, white neighbours, (OK Bye)

I like my music bangin' out of control

To all my strippers swingin' 'round on that pole

(Let's get it)

Yeah, leanin' in my Benz Coupe

Yeah, I think your bitch cute

Take her out them gym shoes

Put her in some sick boots

Blow money, spend loot

Louis V her swimsuit

Hump her and her friends too

Dump her when the rent’s due

You know how us pimps do

Diamonds blind your chick’s view

Icy like a igloo

Ask your wifey, it’s true

Way before them Slaughterhouse boys was with Eminem

Had to get that worked out, I ain’t talkin' in the gym

Pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)

I got a pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)

Bag the product up, then we seal it with the vacuum

Cost me a 100 racks, but it’s coming back soon

Do it for a living, on the side sling these rap tunes

Cause I’m stil the shit, (Y-Y-Y'all), welcome to my bathroom

I’mma play the stylist, sewing up the block

Give photographers the money shot, focus on my guap

It’s a photoshoot, baby hold this coconut Ciroc

(And then) pour it on the rocks

(And then) open up your box

Cash Over Bitches, that’s what my niggas say

My chicks say it’s Monday, Money Over Niggas Day

I can’t even sleep, gotta grind, man I’ve been this way

All about my business (aayyy)

(Let's get it)

Pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)

I got a pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)

Now lean left with it, lean right with it

Lean left with it, lean right with it

Lean left with it,(aayyy) lean right with it (aayyy)

Lean left with it, lean right with it

Ayo, on the road to wealth, you ain’t got no suckas with you

Note to self: «Crooked they ain’t fuckin' with you»

Some real shit I remember to remember

If I’m gone 'til November

Bet I’ll binge in December

Outta state plates, niggas put Virginia on the fender

Heavy weights on my agenda, don’t pretend you a contender

And I ain’t on tour yet, get it to your door step

Need a 100 more, bet I need another Corvette

Pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)

I got a pocket full of money

P-Pocket full of money

Pocket full of money

(Still I need more)