PAROLES
[Intro]
Yeah
Let me slow down a lil’ bit, you know?
We real dirty ’round here
Yeah, yeah, huh, hold on, yeah
[Chorus]
That money can’t fit in my pocket, yeah
Ain’t talking money, I’m switching the topic
Really I just want the profit
Sippin’ on something that’s toxic
The roof on the whip, I might drop it
Huh, hold on, yeah
That money can’t fit in my pocket, yeah
All this designer can’t fit in my closet
Stick on me look like a rocket
Niggas be talking, that’s gossip
Them hundreds, I make a deposit
[Verse]
Them hundreds on me so I don’t need no wallet, yeah
We play with that money, you know that I got it
Came straight from the hood but I’m smoking exotic
I’ma ride with that stick on my side like a passenger
I might fuck on that bitch but she know I’ma backer her
Please don’t fuck with the clique or it turn to a massacre
Foreign the whip, I’ma drive like a Challenger, yeah
If I was down bad, nigga, I’d hate me too, yeah
I just won a bag, look what it made me do
Step in designer, this Mason Margiela
This stick, it go up, but it’s not an umbrella
In love with that money, don’t know what’s better
We gon’ make this shit rain like we changing the weather
Huh, hold on, yeah
[Chorus]
That money can’t fit in my pocket, yeah
Ain’t talking money, I’m switching the topic
Really I just want the profit
Sippin’ on something that’s toxic
The roof on the whip, I might drop it
Huh, hold on, yeah
That money can’t fit in my pocket, yeah
All this designer can’t fit in my closet
Stick on me look like a rocket
Niggas be talking, that’s gossip
Them hundreds, I make a deposit
