"Pockets On Swole" lyrics

"Pockets On Swole"

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My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold
My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold

It slipped my mind every time I leave the crib
Damn, not again, [?] on chill
Million dollar vibe, got these bitches in my grill
Apple pie, color products, baller of the year
I'm sorry, I don't need no harm doin' this to feel
Blow like bubble gum, look like I just hit a lid
Eighteen wheeler chickens coming off the rig
Dollars ain't a thing a hundred grand ain't shit
She's stats full of cash she ain't even got ass
Got more O's than a Michael Myers mask
[?] got to have it stop the clubs still a show

My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold
My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold

European paper got me lavish livin' free
Swiss accounts full, full of dough, big K
Four knocks, four gems, flow Ferrari red
Phone blocks a mortgage with Gary on my neck
Better go wild 'cause my duck is seen now
Forget about the cost, long money green mouth
Never seen a cookie like a square feet of towel
Chucks another kingpin so I'm is a deep chow
Wells Fargo, that's illegal cargo
Clean be the names, that's like a bar soap

My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold
My pockets on swole, I forgot to be broke
My neck's on blow, I forgot to be broke
I be countin' dough, I forgot to be broke
I forgot to have nothin', I forgot to be cold

Champagne, bitches, and Calamari, please
Robin' leachin' off the trap money that I see
No, I see what the C-notes I receive
Good money, blood money, whole block fee
Married to that city bank
Got a candy paint
Rock climbers on my chain
Drop top, custom range
That's it, but yes, I'm in the weight business
Mr. L.A. Fitness, I'm in hammer pitchin'
Gotta make my quota
Lots of baking soda
Stretch that white like yoga
Go high like Nelly Nova
I love excitement, despite indictments
I'm rolling like this
Blow purple like Prince

My pockets on swole
My neck's on blow
I be countin' dough
I forgot to have nothin'
My pockets on swole
My neck's on blow
I be countin' dough
I forgot to have nothin'