Rocket The Pockets Lyrics – MoneyatMidnight
Singer: MoneyatMidnight
Title: Rocket The Pockets
“cheeaaaaaa, cheeaaa!”, tay paid
Tay paid, with another one, with another one
Murder 8, exit 8…, man…,
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits (yeaaaahhh!)
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits
My pockets on rocket, look like deposits (yeaaaahhh!)
Yeaahhh!!!
They look like deposits, i’m making it hurt
I’m making these n#gg#s come clean, yeah
I ain’t ’bout that washing machine action, you can have it
Shootin’ off the {drill}, look like i’m playin’ on the sidelines
Whole time, i’m on the court, these pockets lookin’ heavy!
n#gg# watch his drip, i make ’em dance on the bible (swish!!)
n#gg# know i’m playin’ with…, i-.., heavy fire, (huh!!)
Keep it up the playa, n#gg# knew you was a mayor ( i see ’em!!)
Wish you was the mayor, now i’m on yo’ #ss like flavor (boom!!)
Yeah we keep the dump truck, yea it’s in the back seat (it stink!!)
Pull up, that’s that funky sh#t, naw, it ain’t no #ss n#gg# (laughs)
Smokin’ on that crack n#gg#, i got that- …, thrax n#gg#
Playin’ with that sack n#gg#, i smack you with that bat n#gg#
B.b. n#gg# boss back, naw, this ain’t no base ball bat
Yeah i got that dope n#gg#, make you bring the 80’s back
Yeah, yo’ b#tch bad, yeah, i’mma show her that crack life
Naw i ain’t no motherf#ckin’ pimp, i’m just tay n#gg#
Gettin’ paid everyday, on a f#ckin’ money mission
Ain’t no n#gg# stoppin’ me, i might just do my money dance
Why you n#gg#(s) jockin’ me, ion know why they copy me
n#gg# wanna play, i hit ’em with that 4, 5, 5th n#gg#
Ion carry guns, that’s my n#gg# with that 4 5th…,
My fault, you thought i had it, b#tch this is a get back
Naw this ain’t no semi, make a n#gg# hit the hemi, (okay then, okay then!!)
Ridin’ in that audi, on the play, in antioch
On my way, to the m to get mother thrax off
If you know, you know, don’t you play about the paper
n#gg# know my name, you ain’t got to google it
Just…, hit pockets up…, you gone find me
In safari, with them indians, got them f#ckin’ drakes on {’em}
n#gg# know, i got, haitians everywhere
When ya’ pockets real heavy, then you do big sh#t
When you n#gg#(s) pockets small, then you watch other sh#t
All you n#gg#s gotta copy, gave you recipes like yesterday…,
n#gg# want that sh#t, today, you gotta wait on it
All the time i had a mission, had my plan right
Got my pockets lookin’ right, now my b#tch lookin’ right
n#gg# whatchu’ mad for? we born the same day!
Got the same recipe, got the same sh#t
I just did it {a} little harder, wanted it a little harder
Now you mad, now i got big bags on my #ss
Hittin’ the dash on ’em, in the audi, in the coupe n#gg#
Catch me…, catch me…, catch me, naw you can’t n#gg#!
Just made a play down killbranch, i’m bad n#gg#!
Now i got a 3 fish filet, with yo’ b#tch n#gg#
Yeah these pockets heavy, yeah you steady watchin’ my pockets
Yeah this sh#t wok-kizzy, b#tch we steady makin’ syrup bihh
From the a, to the play, to the bay, to the k
n#gg# know these pockets really, really, really, heavy n#gg#!
And if yo’ pockets ain’t heavy enough…,
That’s the spot, you can’t come around
That’s the spot, you ain’t never heard
You n#gg#s ain’t gettin’ no real money
Make you n#gg#s do a backflip with this money dance
n#gg# know they hate to see lil tay poppin’ out with that sh#t
n#gg#s know they hate to see me, with a name n#gg#…,
I ain’t tryna get, in yo’ muhf#ckin’ lane n#gg#!
b#tch come around with the f#ckin’ heater
Gone spray that sh#t, gone spray it down
Motherf#ckin’, bumpin’ that surround sound
Tay goin’ harder on a f#ckin’ hoe
Tay goin’ harder than the f#ckin’ snow
We goin’ harder than the f#ckin’ rain
Gettin’ money every season, every way man
Everyday we goin’ in, everyday we got the hoes goin’ in
Gettin’ the cash for us, and you know we got the big trucks
Big sprinter vans, big money…, big city, going around…
The whole country, the whole motherf#ckin’ state
Everywhere, gettin’ paid!
n#gg#, ion even gotta rap on the beat…,
n#gg#, ion even gotta be on my feet
To get motherf#ckin’ paid
Get money every motherf#ckin’ way
Get money every motherf#ckin’ day
And i switch lanes, in the brand new sh#t
Bought the old audi, and i took it back
I got a new one, and they fixed that bihh…,
They ain’t even have to fix the sh#t, ’cause brand new
And you know i got the brand new
200 thousand racks in my pocket…,
Feel like juvi, big hot boy…,
On my sh#t, on my f#ckin’ bihh
And you know she got on my dihh…,
And you know she f#ckin’ down, bust down, like my watch, oww!!
I’mma go rocket my pockets, yeah
I’mma go rocket my pockets, yeah
Watch my money skyrocket…,
Watch the robinhood doin’ numbers
And we gettin’ motherf#ckin’ money, yeah, yeah
I’mma go rocket the pockets
Me and tay, we gone go rocket the pockets, yeah!
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