Pocket Full of Money

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Everyone I know, they just want something from me (What they want, Shawty Lo?) I got a pocket full of money Everybody know I move units through the city They ink ain't dry and I'm still sitting pretty Been had fetty since the '94 summer A decade later and I'm still doing numbers Young CEO, King Lo is what they call me I still fuck around, if you want them, then call me And say, nigga, don't talk reckless on my phone You know it's bugs and leeches so don't need the dial tone And nope, nigga, I don't play like that Seventeen for the things and they don't like that I'm still on the grind, niggas know it's my time This the rare wrist game made me ahead of my time I spin the fork with right, lean the pot with the left Glass recipe, compliments to the chef Whoever knew I'd be usually inclined I do my thing with the rap, but I'm sick with the grind Forty-five for a nine, get the split for nine And the prices don't jump, it's like that all the time [Hook (8x)] I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?) [Verse 2] What's happening, what's up, what's really going izz-on? These hoes leaning, and they slizzard off Patrizz-on Hey, I see tonight is going digital Nah, I don't smoke, but you know what the Skittle do I pop, I roll, it's all, I know It's the summer time, baby and all this ice got me froze I ain't gotta talk, let my diamonds do the speaking I like a lot of girls, but I love them Georgia peaches Latina, Lebanese, Black, White, or Puerto Rican Money ain't a thing, man, I blow it every weekend So what goes up, must come down So when I throw it up, you know it's going dizz-own [Hook (8x)] I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?)