Put It in My Pocket
I'm a slut I'm a slut
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
I'm a slut I'm a slut
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
I'm a slut I'm a slut
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
For these bucks I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
Baby in a situation
Got her ass off the hinges
Yea she lookin' for a savior
Imma give her the business
If it ain't about a dollar
Then that shit is just senseless
So keep that broke shit
Up out yo mention
Uh
I'm P'd up like I pissed myself
And imma get you so gone
You'll start to miss yo self
James Brown
Jump back, kiss myself
I send every hoe
Nigga I even pimp myself
I'm rabid and ravenous
Somethin' died in me
When doc said I was cancerous
But I rose from the dead
Like that one nigga from Nazareth
So bitch I'm 'bout to get to this bag, the straps, and zippers
Mama how ya like the sound of Prada?
Gotta treat the pussy like a product
And everybody think they ain't a sella'
Til they sold somethin'
Why don't you break down bitch
And let a nigga hold somethin'
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
If she don't wanna get laced
And just wanna cape
I tell a lazy hoe
To get the fuck out my face, lil bitch
I don't care about ya boo hoo's and blah blah's
I got it all in check
But I'm no busta' I'm Luda
And won't become Buddha
Until I get the moola
Even in July
The game cold I just got it out the coola'
Just cause you got feet
Don't mean you could run from it
I'm cold but I pack heat
And it ain't from the sun mama
I don't, want drama
I wanna chill and be tended to
And see what kinda licks we could get into
Ya dig it boo?
Now instead of tellin' me ya need this
Ya give it to the niggas that need that
And everybody think they ain't a sella'
Til they sold somethin'
Go on break down bitch
And let a nigga hold somethin'
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
I'm a slut I'm a slut
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
I'm a slut I'm a slut
I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
For these bucks I'm a fuckin' slut
I'm a slut for these fuckin' bucks (hoe for the dough nigga)
Baby in a situation
Got her ass off the hinges
Yea she lookin' for a savior
Imma give her the business
If it ain't about a dollar
Then that shit is just senseless
So keep that broke shit
Up out yo mention
Uh
I'm P'd up like I pissed myself
And imma get you so gone
You'll start to miss yo self
James Brown
Jump back, kiss myself
I send every hoe
Nigga I even pimp myself
I'm rabid and ravenous
Somethin' died in me
When doc said I was cancerous
But I rose from the dead
Like that one nigga from Nazareth
So bitch I'm 'bout to get to this bag, the straps, and zippers
Mama how ya like the sound of Prada?
Gotta treat the pussy like a product
And everybody think they ain't a sella'
Til they sold somethin'
Why don't you break down bitch
And let a nigga hold somethin'
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
If she don't wanna get laced
And just wanna cape
I tell a lazy hoe
To get the fuck out my face, lil bitch
I don't care about ya boo hoo's and blah blah's
I got it all in check
But I'm no busta' I'm Luda
And won't become Buddha
Until I get the moola
Even in July
The game cold I just got it out the coola'
Just cause you got feet
Don't mean you could run from it
I'm cold but I pack heat
And it ain't from the sun mama
I don't, want drama
I wanna chill and be tended to
And see what kinda licks we could get into
Ya dig it boo?
Now instead of tellin' me ya need this
Ya give it to the niggas that need that
And everybody think they ain't a sella'
Til they sold somethin'
Go on break down bitch
And let a nigga hold somethin'
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
(Put it in my pocket)
And that must mean I'm 'bout to get
Paid
(Put it in my pocket)
Ahhhh
I'm feelin' amazin'
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Writer(s): Garry Richardson
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