Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pocket Full of Money, artist - Alley Boy. Album song Purgatory: The Story of Judas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duct Tape entertainment
Song language: English
Pocket Full of Money |
I remember in the six, you could get a whole brick |
for the 18 nick, off white |
Young nigga with the mind of a old nigga, |
everybody rolling, gettin money, no broke niggas |
True sag and i dont do the tight fit |
I look good in some dickies real G shit |
Bank roll, i dont carry no ones |
The only ones got a big head, a Hundun (Hundred) |
Trouble just came home time to put her on |
Got a bunch of bad hoes we can fuck on |
VIP new drink, no red bull |
Coca cola stuffed in, real pocket full |
Made nigga, alley boy done got pulled |
You can tell im gettin money lookin at my jewels |
Through the ring, sleek, so sunny |
I aint right unless i got a pocket full of money |
-Chorus: |
Rings cars fancy clothes |
big bad hoes |
everybody knows/2x |
Pocket full of Money/4x |
-Young Jeezy: |
What you know when they was goin for the two way |
Its 56 so you know i cop me two straight |
Right back on the roller revaderche |
Then i threw em in the oven, happy birthday |
Young what you ridin in, call it nevermind |
You think im ridin now, wait til the summer time |
600 for the zip, is you kidding me |
3rd one today, smoke em like a chimney |
Young and Alley, yeah them niggas gon hate this |
I dont know how them niggas gon take this |
Them niggas softer then the work, they just sack hard |
Run a K out the crib let my black card |
Got a super bad bitch in my black Lamb |
Got a pocket full of money, gives a god damn |
Yeah I got it on me now, all way live |
Nigga try me if you want and make a Fox 5 |
-Chorus: |
Rings cars fancy clothes |
big bad hoes |
everybody knows/2x |
Pocket full of Money/4x |
-Alley Boy: |
Gold Grill, waste spinnin no cut |
my girlfriend cute face wit a fat butt |
We fucked up on Ciroc and Cocunut |
20 bottles in the bitch aint nothin to us |
Too clean, the hoe take 10 cream |
I can fit a quarter mill in these Robin Jeans |
So much ice it intimidate |
Five hoes, one me, thas elimidate |
You can go, yeen fuckin on the first date |
Your ass fat but I aint like your face anyways |
Bow leg, I like the way that ass spread |
You know she wanna fuck a young nigga with bread |
Pulled up to the yard flexin too hard |
All the bad broads wanna leave wit a dope boy |
Coalition, my whole team wrist glisten |
Boy aint nothin in them pockets, stop lint fishin |