Fat Pocket Boyz (feat. Rx Papi)
It's the dawg
When I'm in the kitchen, I'm Lulu with it
Dope gettin' cooked, I don't do the dishes
Auntie noddin' like damn, where you get this
Put your mask on, Tommy Ipkiss
Baggin' dope, sweat on my fingertips
Jump out the Audi cleaner than a bitch
Know how I'm rockin', you know how I'm comin'
I'm strapped da fuck up, when it come to that money
Fat pocket Frankie, big belly Freddy
Auntie call me El Gordo Belly
I got every drug you need when you meet me
Tell me what you want, I'm on my way
I could be anywhere, I'm five minutes away
Don't die tryin' to be a brave day
When I pull up on auntie, I make her day
I swear you should see the look on her face
You broke, sittin' on your ass all day
Better get up and go make somethin' shake
Fake trappin' ass nigga, you just in the way
Bitch ghetto and shit, but she do what I say
Auntie called me, Said she just saw me
She got 40, there's three left on me
She say she want them, I say I'm comin'
She see my car, then she start runnin
Auntie jonzen and both my phones lit
When I'm in a trap, I do not get homesick
This mines, you better get your own shit
She 23, but act like a grown bitch
Why in the fuck is you pickin' up my cup?
This shit will go left and I will fuck you up
Ayy
Whippin' dope up, mask on Michael Myers
Droppin' a album, puttin' up flyers
Ridin' round with a bail, I got that dog in me
I get caught up, nobody gon' fall with me
Blastin' off on em' like Neutron Jimmy
I'm from Florida, Cutler Bay my city
Like a pirate, give me all your gold
Big ol' bankroll can barely fold
I hear the cops comin', it's time to roll
I'm countin' big bands while you scroll
Put some scars on my knuckles and fuck you up
I'm really bout it, we can tussle up
Don't try nothin' funny, got this metal tucked
I'ma activate a cheat code and level up
In love with my scale, and numbers don't lie
I'm grindin' like rail, I'm totin' my fire
We ain't gon jump you, just come outside
Blast this shit full volume when I ride
Hold on, bro, I think the drank workin'
Vision blurred and words slurrin'
Money in my pockets, got the world turnin'
Thinkin' I'ma come up, you gon' be learnin
Fat pocket CJ speeding down the freeway
You know time is money say you know I can't be late
Money up and down, somethin' like a seesaw
Money in my pockets, screamin' fuck em' we ball
Fat pocket CJ speeding down the freeway
You know time is money say you know I can't be late
Money up and down, somethin' like a seesaw
Money in my pockets, screamin' fuck em' we ball
When I'm in the kitchen, I'm Lulu with it
Dope gettin' cooked, I don't do the dishes
Auntie noddin' like damn, where you get this
Put your mask on, Tommy Ipkiss
Baggin' dope, sweat on my fingertips
Jump out the Audi cleaner than a bitch
Know how I'm rockin', you know how I'm comin'
I'm strapped da fuck up, when it come to that money
Fat pocket Frankie, big belly Freddy
Auntie call me El Gordo Belly
I got every drug you need when you meet me
Tell me what you want, I'm on my way
I could be anywhere, I'm five minutes away
Don't die tryin' to be a brave day
When I pull up on auntie, I make her day
I swear you should see the look on her face
You broke, sittin' on your ass all day
Better get up and go make somethin' shake
Fake trappin' ass nigga, you just in the way
Bitch ghetto and shit, but she do what I say
Auntie called me, Said she just saw me
She got 40, there's three left on me
She say she want them, I say I'm comin'
She see my car, then she start runnin
Auntie jonzen and both my phones lit
When I'm in a trap, I do not get homesick
This mines, you better get your own shit
She 23, but act like a grown bitch
Why in the fuck is you pickin' up my cup?
This shit will go left and I will fuck you up
Ayy
Whippin' dope up, mask on Michael Myers
Droppin' a album, puttin' up flyers
Ridin' round with a bail, I got that dog in me
I get caught up, nobody gon' fall with me
Blastin' off on em' like Neutron Jimmy
I'm from Florida, Cutler Bay my city
Like a pirate, give me all your gold
Big ol' bankroll can barely fold
I hear the cops comin', it's time to roll
I'm countin' big bands while you scroll
Put some scars on my knuckles and fuck you up
I'm really bout it, we can tussle up
Don't try nothin' funny, got this metal tucked
I'ma activate a cheat code and level up
In love with my scale, and numbers don't lie
I'm grindin' like rail, I'm totin' my fire
We ain't gon jump you, just come outside
Blast this shit full volume when I ride
Hold on, bro, I think the drank workin'
Vision blurred and words slurrin'
Money in my pockets, got the world turnin'
Thinkin' I'ma come up, you gon' be learnin
Fat pocket CJ speeding down the freeway
You know time is money say you know I can't be late
Money up and down, somethin' like a seesaw
Money in my pockets, screamin' fuck em' we ball
Fat pocket CJ speeding down the freeway
You know time is money say you know I can't be late
Money up and down, somethin' like a seesaw
Money in my pockets, screamin' fuck em' we ball
Credits
Writer(s): Young Cj
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