Pocket Full of Money (feat. Young Dolph & Boosie Badazz) - B-Legit

Oh shit I'm delusional Oh shit I can't feel ya I'm not 'posed to be shit Guess what though? I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system, yeah You lean the pot and scrape the bowl and you get Dolph My mom and daddy fucked around and made a boss I clocked in when I was 12 and never clocked out Tell me what you was doin' when you was 2 nigga? Bitch you know what was a straight shooter nigga 13 walkin' round mad ready to shoot a nigga Say you came from shit, prove it nigga I saw Dae Dae get them bricks and run straight through 'em nigga Then they turned and Dae Dae start smokin' (cocaine) Fuckin' with a bitch and had her nose wide open (cocaine) I said I'd never do that I said it's time for me to change shit Came up with another way to get rich Nigga I'm my own big homie Got a couple OGs though Speakin' of OGs Have you ever seen 60 of these though All my cousins, they gang bangin' and sellin' crack I learned early niggas totin' 9's and that's a fact I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system, yeah Ain't got no brain Daddy's sperm was full of cocaine Cousin got life, they say he smashed a nigga for a whole thang Of cocaine Crack rock in my mouth (?), I spit it out and hustle My main man was the Birdman motherfucker RIP it's killin' My cousin shoulda told me go to school and read my books Instead he took me to the kitchen and showed me how to cook Cook in the livin' room, this no regular life Sellin' that crack to my own uncles for the regular price Cold summers and long nights when we was movin' that yay .40 on me drivin' that night while Tunechi tootin' that white My trap house I'm really tellin' you was full of coke and residue They say coke is that ecstasy If so it got the best of me I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system, yeah I don't wanna hear a nigga complainin' about shit I took off and I came up without shit They say "will you change up", I say "not for shit" But I got zero tolerance for a nigga or a bitch Mom and daddy, they doin' good now Nowadays they tellin' me stay out the hood now Daddy he was drinkin' whiskey on that coke Now I'm smokin' kush back to back and pourin' fours I'm from where the strong get money and the weak get exposed I just sit back and observe and be like these niggas hoes I had a bank roll before I had a nine I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' veins I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system I got cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system Cocaine runnin' through my motherfuckin' system, yeah

Man, fuck Yeah Ayy, this shit crazy, like (shit crazy) I've been on this lil' bitch, like, for a lil' minute, like (yeah) (HoodWithAnotha1) (Mya) I know this hoe my opp, though, like, I can't trust this bitch, like (I can't, woo) The bitch know when it get cut-throat, it's getting cut-throat (gang) And I'm on that (Money Mya) MO-motherfucking-3, nigga, that's on gang Damn, her phone keep going off (hello?), she like, "Don't say a thing" I'm like, "Who that?", but I know that's that nigga, so I respect the game (yeah) He like, "Where you at?", she said, "The store", but he can't see her face (nah) She like, "My signal tripping", he said, "What?" That's when the subject changed Like, "Daddy, where you at?" He like, "The spot, shit, bring me something to eat" That's when she looked at me, she know it's beef, she can't be seen with 3 (nah) But Mya super slick, be in the mix, this lil' hoe barely speak (yeah) But she know when I catch 'em, murder and fetch 'em Put all they ass to sleep (yeah) But Mya want some money, I bought Mya this, bought Mya that (for real) Then Mya gave the drop, Mya got him flipped, then got them whacked (she did) Then Mya took a trip with all my money, and put it all on Snap' (brrt) Then Mya went to the funeral, played her part, soon as she got back It's Money Mya (Mya) She's so fire (fire) She make a killer read the Bible (Bible) Real snake bitch, don't let her bite you (bite you) (say, Boosie, who that is?) It's Money Mya (Mya) She's so fire (fire) She make a nigga read the Bible (Bible) Real snake bitch, don't let her bite you (bite you) (true story) Mya baby daddy talk that shit, but I ain't caught him yet (nah) But Mya said I'm up, then I bought her a purse, he thought he bought her that (ha) Mya at the trap with all of his partners, she like, "Call me back" I did, she like, "They here", pulled up on they block That's where we chalked 'em at (yeah) Mya know the family, she know none of them niggas gon' sling that iron (nah) She said they got money on me, yeah, Mya slick, but I know Mya ain't lying (nah) My partners like, "3, chill, better watch that bitch", she's still a opp of mine (gang) So told her, if she slick me, they gon' chop her up, that's bottom line (grrt) She said they be plotting, yeah, they watching, say they got the drop (what?) I told her, "Don't tell me shit, drop your location to they spot" (baow) Last nigga she set up, did him dirty, gave that boy a box (baow) Pulled up with choppers and chopped 'em up (grrt) Then I called her like, "Come get this guap" It's Money Mya (Mya) She's so fire (fire) She make a killer read the Bible (Bible) Real snake bitch, don't let her bite you (bite you) (say, Boosie, who that is?) It's Money Mya (Mya) She's so fire (fire) She make a nigga read the Bible (Bible) Real snake bitch, don't let her bite you (bite you)

Word on the street that lil nigga ill Word on the street that lil nigga furreal You ever counted so much money it gave you the chills Ran through a half of mill, we ain't got no record deal Sold my own dope, roll up my own smoke Started getting money, couldn't trust my own folks She got booty shots a notch, chyeah I don't know I fucked my own hoe and probably yours too nigga I learned how to weigh up dope when I was going to school nigga That's why I thought that it was cool to sell my dope at school, nigga You see me with yo hoe you know what we about to do, nigga On the way to the Mary, ya'll bout to act a fool with er Dolph On the way to the room got a phone call Money on the line, had to drop that bitch off Just like that I had yo bitch ready to drop them draw Money on my phone and me and my nigga, we want it all What have you done for me lately? That's why it's fuck you, pay me It's like this money check be callin me It's like this money check be callin me Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, bitch leave it low Money on my phone, money in my home I got mud in these 2 cups I got money on my iPhone Shawty from the club asked me to give her a ride home Got to her crib and then she took a ride on my bone What have you done for me lately? Yo phone number – I've misplaced it You got some good head but I replaced it You got some good burn so bitch don't waste it If it ain't got a dollar I don't give a damn bout it 30 peas in the trunk but my license not valid You talk about the streets but you not bout it Every dough show is like a dope boy riot What have you done for me lately? Nigga fuck you, pay me I was fucked up until my plug saved me Nowadays I got more customers than Macy What have you done for me lately? That's why it's fuck you, pay me It's like this money check be callin me It's like this money check be callin me Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, bitch leave it low Money on my phone, money in my home

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They say if I get paid then I'll be fine But I can't get by on anything but you I know if I smoke then I might die But I won't die for anything but you I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans I won the lottery and built a time machine I got everything, and everything is mine to lose But I don't want anything but you They say great things come if you wait But I won't wait for anything but you Free falls and alcohol, I've paid my dues Now I can't get high on anything but you I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans I won the lottery and built a time machine I got everything, and everything is mine to lose But I don't want anything but you Ooo, ooo, ooo A cardboard box of make believe Empty pockets full of dreams And you are everything I need I never found a shooting star and there's holes in my jeans I didn't win the lottery or build a time machine I never had much at all but I still got everything to lose Cause I don't want anything Cause I don't want anything But you

I promise to protect and serve my family And the ones I love By all means That's my call of duty Woke up, family calling my line Real shit, 'cause family calling me crying 'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs Fuck around and say that I ain't got it, they say I'm lying Plus I got to take care of my momma Got to take care of my daughter, and be a father One of my baby mamas calling off, want me to fix the picture Go do for mine, not you, you got a whole nigga Aunty need, my cousin need, but all my nieces calls Blessings coming equal for me, all the people love me No more action for hundreds, it's thousands, they know I'm getting money But I ain't Sean John yet, I'm a young Puffy But a call of duty will, when kids grow beautiful Soon as I say no, they gon' holler I ain't real no more I'm from a family of hustlers, players, and fiends Now I see what comes along with this dream Serving my call of duty Promise help to my mama, mama, mama, my mind is [?] Nigga, that's just my call of duty Time to be a daddy now, daddy now Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty (I promise to protect and serve my family) Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty Granny told me with a lot of money comes a long line Sometimes, I get so tired, think everybody's lying But I stand up like a real nigga, [?] I'm a ill nigga [?], whole clique shining like a flicker flicker Family worrying me, PO keep fucking with me Shouldn't have got caught with that shit, but I need that burner on me If I keep saying oh nanana, you're gon' start turning on me Now it's my call of duty to burn your ass, permanently 'Cause my niggas in the grave's kids call me Daddy, too Got a call of duty to try my best to fill their daddy's shoes So many niggas ungrateful, the real nigga blues So many nights, I feel used, on my call of duty Hustler, blessed to be given this assignment, really Rather have this call of duty than a [?] My dog need a nigga, he halfway through his bid Sent my momma with a money bag to his kids Nigga, that just my call of duty Call of duty Being a real nigga making real nigga music That's just my call of duty The streets need me, they call Boosie No pressure, my nigga That's just my call of duty Yeah Yeah That's just my call of duty, nigga Boosie Badazz Boosie Badazz