I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Tryna get paid
My niggas gone get it by any means, she gone suck till I cum on her face
You know I don't smoke but I swear I be high enough that I could touch outer space
We not the same
You can't catch me in this race
Honda looking like a wraith
Got yo bitch in my city and videos
She get pretty and chill with sadity hoes
I get busy, that's Flizzy if you didn't know
Got my dick in her kidney she scream and moan
Man it is what it is what these bitches want
Man it is what it is I can really flaunt
I get money, you bragging but really don't
Niggas talking bout shooting but really won't
Pistols firing, he hauling ass
Throwing money she drop it real fast
She get on that dick and she popping that ass
Coochie shaking in front of the flash
Play this shit in the club, I be it go up, these niggas want autographs
Nigga ion give a f*ck if a nigga be hating first, he want problems last
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
I want a Range Rover
I bought a Benz, I thought I told you but you thinkin' that the games over
And I grind for them m's, yeah bitch I got a sweet tooth and you can't hold us
See it's up in the air with me
If you see me in person, don't think I won't hurt you, you better move carefully
Just for the therapy, I'll f*ck yo shorty or daughter bruh
She suck good guess her nigga done taught her sum
Pussy fishy don't need it like tarter sauce
Money, heavy, I'm limping I walk it off
Bitch I don't f*ck around, with none these f*ck arounds
This the playoffs and I go a couple rounds
Sip a chalice and I pass my cup around
Niggas simple so I had to dumb it down
I can't do this shit nomore
Niggas act like tricks and whores
We keep getting out of our minds
But I grind for them M's just to even the score
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Big Daddy Flash - Pocket Watchin' Lyrics
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I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Tryna get paid
My niggas gone get it by any means, she gone suck till I cum on her face
You know I don't smoke but I swear I be high enough that I could touch outer space
We not the same
You can't catch me in this race
Honda looking like a wraith
Got yo bitch in my city and videos
She get pretty and chill with sadity hoes
I get busy, that's Flizzy if you didn't know
Got my dick in her kidney she scream and moan
Man it is what it is what these bitches want
Man it is what it is I can really flaunt
I get money, you bragging but really don't
Niggas talking bout shooting but really won't
Pistols firing, he hauling ass
Throwing money she drop it real fast
She get on that dick and she popping that ass
Coochie shaking in front of the flash
Play this shit in the club, I be it go up, these niggas want autographs
Nigga ion give a f*ck if a nigga be hating first, he want problems last
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
I want a Range Rover
I bought a Benz, I thought I told you but you thinkin' that the games over
And I grind for them m's, yeah bitch I got a sweet tooth and you can't hold us
See it's up in the air with me
If you see me in person, don't think I won't hurt you, you better move carefully
Just for the therapy, I'll f*ck yo shorty or daughter bruh
She suck good guess her nigga done taught her sum
Pussy fishy don't need it like tarter sauce
Money, heavy, I'm limping I walk it off
Bitch I don't f*ck around, with none these f*ck arounds
This the playoffs and I go a couple rounds
Sip a chalice and I pass my cup around
Niggas simple so I had to dumb it down
I can't do this shit nomore
Niggas act like tricks and whores
We keep getting out of our minds
But I grind for them M's just to even the score
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Tryna get paid
My niggas gone get it by any means, she gone suck till I cum on her face
You know I don't smoke but I swear I be high enough that I could touch outer space
We not the same
You can't catch me in this race
Honda looking like a wraith
Got yo bitch in my city and videos
She get pretty and chill with sadity hoes
I get busy, that's Flizzy if you didn't know
Got my dick in her kidney she scream and moan
Man it is what it is what these bitches want
Man it is what it is I can really flaunt
I get money, you bragging but really don't
Niggas talking bout shooting but really won't
Pistols firing, he hauling ass
Throwing money she drop it real fast
She get on that dick and she popping that ass
Coochie shaking in front of the flash
Play this shit in the club, I be it go up, these niggas want autographs
Nigga ion give a f*ck if a nigga be hating first, he want problems last
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
I want a Range Rover
I bought a Benz, I thought I told you but you thinkin' that the games over
And I grind for them m's, yeah bitch I got a sweet tooth and you can't hold us
See it's up in the air with me
If you see me in person, don't think I won't hurt you, you better move carefully
Just for the therapy, I'll f*ck yo shorty or daughter bruh
She suck good guess her nigga done taught her sum
Pussy fishy don't need it like tarter sauce
Money, heavy, I'm limping I walk it off
Bitch I don't f*ck around, with none these f*ck arounds
This the playoffs and I go a couple rounds
Sip a chalice and I pass my cup around
Niggas simple so I had to dumb it down
I can't do this shit nomore
Niggas act like tricks and whores
We keep getting out of our minds
But I grind for them M's just to even the score
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta dough
I chop shit like karate
Hide them bricks in the floor
Keep the heat in the oven when I see 12 at the door
Got these hoes pocket watching
Make it rain from the snow
I got bands in my pocket
Got a whole lotta cheese
I pull up in my Benz
Bitch I smile and say cheese
If the shit ain't bout money
Then it's not where I be
But if we talking that money
Why the f*ck would I leave
Writer: Rashaun Brown
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