Pocket Full of Money

BYLUG, yae yae [Verse 1: Kid] I'm from the city of the killers and thugs It's so much dirt up on this Michigan glove Swimming like fishes in blood If you talk about the D you better mention the LUG And if you make the wrong move you getting hit with slugs Niggas out there fishing for love I'd rather be on boss shit, sitting back, sipping Cris in the club Tell a bitch come through and baby kill it with hugs It's mink on the floor so she let me hit on the rug Was a bad ass nigga used to piss in the tub Found out he was bitch now ain't no feelings for cuz Hoes finding me appealing because Bitches love a real nigga and I'm a real nigga still hit the slums Still with the ones from back then back in the coupe Hopped out, seen Young, slapped hands and acting was proof [?] Really do it we ain't just yapping like you Action Impact, I hit that to practice to shoot Back in the booth, the facts and the truth, laughing at you Yo bitch gave me back rubs I smashed a masseuse I had a passion to hoop now I'm passing in coupes On a path for the loot Real nigga, I'm the last of a few Knife on the K, I can stab it and shoot You niggas sweeter than a basket of fruit Look, and I be on that other shit that ride for my brother shit And if you think this bitch bad, dog this just another bitch Niggas hating, suck a dick before I finger fuck the clip 'Gamo on the buckle bitch, got damn this sucka rich Shit I don't tolerate, guns say what I gotta say Squares in yo circle man all you niggas out of shape You of place if you cross the line So don't be crossing mines, cross the line, guarantee I off the 9 Say you a boss then why a boss in line? You just a boss in mind, bosses shine, boy and I'm the boss of mine "Call in line", what I tell bitches Fuck with a boss kinda hard now they looking stale bitches Nail niggas with the hammer if they bad with grammar Yo bitch horny since a kid she been bad with Santa I'm in Atlanta at the hip hop awards Versace Velour, white buffs they probably was yours Favorite rapper 2Pac Shakur One white bitch and a chocolate bitch I'm about to smash like S'mores I ain't done I'm about to give you some more Good God, galore presidential shit like Al Gore Balling like a power forward, you can call me Garnett Soon as I hit the door, I'm asking where the bar at You talking all that shit but nigga where yo heart at? Play tough then we outside nigga where yo car at? Too many bitch niggas I don't know where to start at Too many bitch niggas I don't know where to start at Nigga it's K-I-D and I'll beat yo ass And my bitch will beat yo bitch ass like Laila Ali Nigga owe up better pay my fee Or I'm shooting that bitch like A.I be Pay, I see they can't fuck with us Without a game plan we balling hard no huddle ups Two .40 cal's on me nigga I don't knuckle up And niggas talking down but them niggas know what's up with us They stuck with us, we run the city and that's that These ain't bubble gum rhymes it's that real Detroit rap And I'm a young stunna pocket full of money Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny [Hook x8] I'm a young stunna pocket full of money Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny