Back Pocket
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel nervous
In a coop got dreams of swervin'
In my whip straight to my purpose
You assume this and you concur that (Shyeah!)
It's wrong for you to say this
Paint the picture like that
Shit where I'm the bad guy
I ain't runnin' like that
It's wrong for you to say this...
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
Money in my back pocket on light shit
It's all night shit (It's all my shit)
Got a pipe and a bong when I write this, I get the mic fix
Yo twist a double 'stendo that's a automatic
Comin' off a corny coke addict
You a 90's Bob Saggot, used to tell me don't matter
Now it's funny how I flatter with the lyrics and the melodies
And miss me with the bullshit, ain't never with the felonies
It's wrong what I do... baby
But I do it for you... baby
Shots up for two... baby
Shots up for two... baby
It's wrong what I do, baby
But I do it for you, baby
Shots up for two, baby
Yeah this shit ain't cool, baby
Gotchu lookin' like a fool, baby
Gotchu callin' at two, baby
Like Nino where you been lately?
Girl I'm drivin' you crazy
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit-hit-hit, fo' I hit that dirt
Hopped up to bat, coach called my number
Hard to speak on all the weight I'm under
And all the metaphysical things I ponder
I ain't stoppin' 'til I reach nirvana
Lightning quick with it, I bring the thunder
Kid so sick with it, need thermometer
J.L.M. what a unique phenomenon
Know the way, no need to wander so
Hey... I ain't got time for a puppet like you, no way
Open up your mind see you're just another pawn in the game
Heard it through the grapevine, boy better say it to my face
Call me Elway how I hitchu with the mufuckin' fade
It's wrong for you to say this
Paint the picture like that
Shit where I'm the bad guy
I ain't runnin' like that
It's wrong for you to say this...
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit-hit-hit, fo' I hit that dirt
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong
It's wrong
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel nervous
In a coop got dreams of swervin'
In my whip straight to my purpose
You assume this and you concur that (Shyeah!)
It's wrong for you to say this
Paint the picture like that
Shit where I'm the bad guy
I ain't runnin' like that
It's wrong for you to say this...
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
Money in my back pocket on light shit
It's all night shit (It's all my shit)
Got a pipe and a bong when I write this, I get the mic fix
Yo twist a double 'stendo that's a automatic
Comin' off a corny coke addict
You a 90's Bob Saggot, used to tell me don't matter
Now it's funny how I flatter with the lyrics and the melodies
And miss me with the bullshit, ain't never with the felonies
It's wrong what I do... baby
But I do it for you... baby
Shots up for two... baby
Shots up for two... baby
It's wrong what I do, baby
But I do it for you, baby
Shots up for two, baby
Yeah this shit ain't cool, baby
Gotchu lookin' like a fool, baby
Gotchu callin' at two, baby
Like Nino where you been lately?
Girl I'm drivin' you crazy
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit-hit-hit, fo' I hit that dirt
Hopped up to bat, coach called my number
Hard to speak on all the weight I'm under
And all the metaphysical things I ponder
I ain't stoppin' 'til I reach nirvana
Lightning quick with it, I bring the thunder
Kid so sick with it, need thermometer
J.L.M. what a unique phenomenon
Know the way, no need to wander so
Hey... I ain't got time for a puppet like you, no way
Open up your mind see you're just another pawn in the game
Heard it through the grapevine, boy better say it to my face
Call me Elway how I hitchu with the mufuckin' fade
It's wrong for you to say this
Paint the picture like that
Shit where I'm the bad guy
I ain't runnin' like that
It's wrong for you to say this...
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit that dirt
Money in my back pocket feel worth
I might even press a hunnid 'gainst my shirt
I jus' wanna feel a hunnid stacks on earth
Blow it fo' I die, fo' I hit-hit-hit, fo' I hit that dirt
It's wrong for you to say this
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong for you to say this
(It's alright yeah, it's alright yeah)
It's wrong
It's wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Fetzer
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