Pockets Dirty

Lyrics

Yea, I was like... uhh I told the bro like... "Fanta, from the sto" Yea po' up, then we gon take off- aight, back to it let's go [hook x2] Pockets they dirty, they filthy Hunnids and fifties and twenties I'm taking chances I rinse it I see the boss and start grinning Water out faucets on wrist'es I pushed out of dirty conditions On the mints, zooming[?] / No Christmas [?] gon talk I'm not friendly Bale's I rock when I'm dealin In with the culture, can't bench me Goin for the shot I'mma finish I see a hit like I'm Cleo I'm on they ass like a P.O Addicted to racks and trios I look like a model for Dior Take off real fast likе a cheetah My dick in my hand when I greet her Vacuum sealеd money when re-up Niggas need glasses, can't see us And I po' up by the liters Niggas they sweatin these checks for fever Drums on the sticks and they breathers She like to swallow the semen Look at that bottom, it's peaches Pendant, my diamonds Fiji Yellow my stones they peeing I'm a real felon who beastin I'm drippin water like squeezin Yachts in Miami this summer Came with the chef and the bottles Pretty lil baddies and Instagram models And they on duty to toppers, they goin topless They like the [?] I been the truth but I'm toxic I'm with the troops and assassins My money is dirty, I launder it Daily I boast it, I'm flauntin [hook x2] Pockets they dirty, they filthy Hunnids and fifties and twenties I'm taking chances I rinse it I see the boss and start grinning Water out faucets on wrist'es I pushed out of dirty conditions On the mints, zooming / No Christmas [?] gon talk I'm not friendly Bale's I rock when I'm dealin In with the culture, can't bench me Nigga I'm Bart and you Milton Tear you apart like I'm Denzel Wok in the toilet when pissin I let em start but I finish Chargers I stuff in your pension Bring out the Jets I'm a legend I'm for them free ones I blessed em Semis and matics no techin' Never had data infections That make you deadly when gettin it I looked up to trappers no actors I followed up the road of the killers Money I touch it'll scare ya Caught by your homie, he'll kill ya I'm cool with the smokers and hitters I bet the pastor [?] My momma she know I'm a dealer Didn't go to college but great with these numbers Lust on a ass and them dimples I buy a bags out of extras I'm on they neck, I'm a presser I'm going crazy on penance, wait til my next one I'm warming up like a press Thirty I spent on this Dexter I need some soap for these rack'es Hunnids they filthy, they nasty I am the plug I can't tax ya [hook x2] Pockets they dirty, they filthy Hunnids and fifties and twenties I'm taking chances I rinse it I see the boss and start grinning Water out faucets on wrist'es I pushed out of dirty conditions On the mints, zooming / No Christmas [?] gon talk, I'm not friendly Bale's I rock when I'm dealin In with the culture, can't bench me