Money In My Pocket

[Verse 1] My flesh got the original tint My neck speaks Cuban Peep Jesus and squint Y’all get fly, but I’m a different refresh You buy off the rack I dress my dick to the left You never got suited, never got fitted So the shit I’m talkin bout You never gon’ get it We fuck the same bitches, that’s basics Split they tongue like a pair of Asics Catapult cocaine and curb cases Keep a four five on and roll seises (sixes) I'm winning comfort is a trophy See me when you see me, then you’ll probably see me OT, uh Shirtless with shades on, whippin’ something foreign I keep my wrist wrapped like I’m sparring Rocking a pair of NB's New chick flipping like 10 P's [Chorus] Get money, get money Keep stuntin’, keep stuntin’ Bag bitches, bag bitches Go crush ‘em Get money, get money Keep stuntin’, keep stuntin’ Bag bitches, bag bitches Go crush ‘em Bottles on my table, bitches on my lap Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact Bottles on my table, bitches on my lap Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact [Verse 2] Lunch at Don Pepe’s, life in rap essays Top grain leather, we tryna enjoy decades Toast to my future, stayin’ close to my past Hustlin’ the present cause a nigga need cash Y’all niggas need a fresh advisor I stay swervin’ like I couldn’t pass a breathalyzer Used to take it easy, now I’m takin’ over Never been a cobra, hoppin’ out the Rover If not I got the ruger, hoppin’ out the Uber Beef is for the street, don’t be a thug on the computer Eat good, drink good, live better, get cheddar Disease stricken wool I usually rock a sick sweater Sneakers in my closet, bitches in my jack Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact Peace to Mr. Wonderful If niggas looking for that work, we got a bundle full [Chorus]