Rocket

Yea!

Yea-ah! (Yea!)

Hmph, pocket rocket (Blatt!)
On your head if you really pocket watchin' (Blatt! Blatt!)
You tryna flex on me, told 'em stop it (Stop it, aye)
I mean, I ain't mad or nothin', he just don't got nothin' in his pockets (Nothin')
Okay, okay, let's switch the topic (Switch the topic)
Like we playin' tag, boy, you is not it (Not it)
See a nice pair of Balencis then I cop it (Cha-ching)
I see the roof of a car and I chop it (Blatt!)

Baby you know I got all these racks in my pocket (Yea!)
Finna keep going up, just like a rocket
Fendi, Prada, all designer rock it (Yea!)
And she sneaky, like she tryna pick pocket (Blatt!)

Baby you know I got all these racks in my pocket (Yea!)
Finna keep going up, just like a rocket
Fendi, Prada, all designer rock it (Yea!)
And she sneaky, like she tryna pick pocket (Blatt!)



Credits
Writer(s): Arturo Lamotta
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