Pocket Full Of Money

-Alley Boy:
I remember in the six, you could get a whole brick for the 18 nick, off white
Young nigga with the mind of a old nigga, everybody rolling, gettin money, no broke niggas
True sag and i dont do the tight fit
I look good in some dickies real G shit
Bank roll, i dont carry no ones
The only ones got a big head, a Hundun (Hundred)
Trouble just came home time to put her on
Got a bunch of bad hoes we can fuck on
VIP new drink, no red bull
Coca cola stuffed in, real pocket full
Made nigga, alley boy done got pulled
You can tell im gettin money lookin at my jewels
Through the ring, sleek, so sunny
I aint right unless i got a pocket full of money
-Chorus:
Rings cars fancy clothes
big bad hoes
everybody knows/2x
Pocket full of Money/4x
-Young Jeezy:
What you know when they was goin for the two way
Its 56 so you know i cop me two straight
Right back on the roller revaderche
Then i threw em in the oven, happy birthday
Young what you ridin in, call it nevermind
You think im ridin now, wait til the summer time
600 for the zip, is you kidding me
3rd one today, smoke em like a chimney
Young and Alley, yeah them niggas gon hate this
I dont know how them niggas gon take this
Them niggas softer then the work, they just sack hard
Run a K out the crib let my black card
Got a super bad bitch in my black Lamb
Got a pocket full of money, gives a god damn
Yeah I got it on me now, all way live
Nigga try me if you want and make a Fox 5
-Chorus:
Rings cars fancy clothes
big bad hoes
everybody knows/2x
Pocket full of Money/4x
-Alley Boy:
Gold Grill, waste spinnin no cut
my girlfriend cute face wit a fat butt
We fucked up on Ciroc and Cocunut
20 bottles in the bitch aint nothin to us
Too clean, the hoe take 10 cream
I can fit a quarter mill in these Robin Jeans
So much ice it intimidate
Five hoes, one me, thas elimidate
You can go, yeen fuckin on the first date
Your ass fat but I aint like your face anyways
Bow leg, I like the way that ass spread
You know she wanna fuck a young nigga with bread
Pulled up to the yard flexin too hard
All the bad broads wanna leave wit a dope boy
Coalition, my whole team wrist glisten
Boy aint nothin in them pockets, stop lint fishin