) Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (That's crazy) Just came home from doing a bid (Oh, that's crazy) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (Oh
my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of
left the group home, again alone Still dreamin' about the microphone Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket
strings It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto! A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it I rose gold
man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I build my empire from a pocket
way for the hounds of the underground. Feel the fury. hahahahahahaha i put my hands in my pocket they jingle cuz they full of change
(intro: clip from a movie) Your gonna have a bank roll so big When you walk down the streets Its look like yo' pockets got the mumps I ain't never had
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full
thangs gon' change Tryin' to check mine, 'cause all of it on y'all I can't blame Maintain, it's a strange game At times you gotta throw blows for the gold
, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold
it Catch me in Avis and Budget in somethin' rented Long as the windows tented (I don't give a fuck) I'm in it I was holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold
'cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many Different changes
t matter, cause I'm still on top My pockets gon stay fat, nigga you can believe that [Hook] [Magic] Them boys from the South, got them golds in they
the corners This time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't wanna Four c-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to ones Your pockets is getting
my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change
up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes I ventured forth before the dawn, had time to change
with the gold cup, stepped out like, "What?" What's poppin? An' y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit, I'm Goldie