Lyrics My Wallet - IDK, Jimi Tents, Michael Christmas

My Wallet

Reach in my pocket and pull out my new wallet
I just got a Louis Vuitton
It’s too poppin
But too often people will judge it’s too awkward
But I don’t give a flying fuck
I’m too ostrich
I walk inside of Saks like «Waddup bitch?»
I’m boutta fuck this cash up
And turn the 5th to a 6th
On my left is a chick
I think she wanting the dick
Probably because she seen the wallet that I speak of is thick
Like do she want me
She seen the Louie V and now she on me
But she don’t know that I ain’t got a job, they call me Tommy
In fact I borrowed this wallet from Clay, this shit is not me
As soon as she noticed that I was broke she didn’t call me
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet got these bitches and these niggas going crazy
Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me
Reach in my pocket and pull out a gang of ones
Throw 'em on a stripper and dry hump her lady lumps
Got rain and thunder, her ass ain’t clappin', don’t save her number
My wallet empty so my bae won’t let me graze her bumper
I got a sign that say «I need some money»
If they say no I say «God bless you» and whisper «That's why yo baby’s ugly»
My wallet cost five hundred
It’s filled with seven ones and a dusty condom I got from robbin' my brother’s
pockets
Shoutout to Chinese lady for shavin' dollars off the cost of laundry
I brought her thing, she want me
I gotta say the older the berry the sweeter the juice
She probably sweeter than swedish fish cause she like 92 with the juicy fruit
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
In need of a plug who out here sellin' off the sockets
Don’t play with me, broke all day, dealers makin' plays
I might do the same on the corner sellin' lemonade
For my-
Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin'
Fuck you pay me, I’m off the AC
It’s hot in my room and cartoons cartoonin'
I’m wearin' a watch, the minute hand broke
But it go stupid with this outfit I just thrifted
But I make this shit look new and I put on my cousins shoes
I’m on my way to the greenline and I’m runnin' behind
The bus just left although I ran and make it in the time
Alloted a lot of niggas fake the lotto and ain’t win
The pocket of the city that I’m from preaches patience
I walk to the train then like fuck it I’m late anyway
Fuck it I’m just goin' to school, it’s not like I’m gettin' paid
My diploma put on hold, on the train with my earphones
Some niggas say «Run them pockets»
I ain’t even got shit though
Look, I don’t give a fuck Louis Vuitton or Clays
If it’s comin' out ya pocket then boy it belongs to Jay
You better know what’s at stake
I ain’t really into beef but I’m down to run your pockets if I know I got to eat
Michael Christmas wallet is on my wish list
7 dollars, a condom, I save that for the bitches
Money is the motive, I’m just being specific
Thought I was hella passive, you rappers on my get-list
So gimme that, that’s-
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet
My wallet
My wallet
Your wallet
My wallet got these bitches and these niggas going crazy
Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me
One more time
One more time
Hey, hey, hey my nigga
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey my nigga
Yeah
Hey, hey pro- hey pockets- sh- hey
Lemme see this wallet you’ve been talkin' 'bout
Shit
Where that wallet at
It’s right here look
Lemme see that, lemme see what you talkin' 'bout, I’mma need that
I’mma need that, respect your jaw, respect your fucking jaw
This nigga wild as shit dog
Just keep all that, get the bear toes though
Soul!