Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
I been one of them boys since way back when
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick
They place orders, so I bake cakes
Now you need to go right like a switch hitta
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Look, lo lo look
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
Look, lo lo look
It's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make them lean back
On that Remy Martin, nigga matterfact
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
So if I spray Mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
'Cuz I'm so hood rich, that I'm no good bitch
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
You skatin' on them 22 datings like them boys
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Pop the glove on the other side, buck them bricks
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
But a nigga try then he gonna die in this motherfucker
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her
Let me show you what I stand fo
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Yeah I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
My style fit wit her, I tell her you don went left
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
They see a nigga stones look sick
My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room
Look, look
I know them tricks bitter, when I'm in the six with her
Pilsbury nigga, got a lot of doe
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
So keep it bouncin 'til you pull a hamstring honey
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Carvin' 15, got six clips
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Yea, yea, yea
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
I keep it comin' with bottles of Campagne dunny
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
Call me Bossan George, got a lotta hoes
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
