Pockets Loaded

Monsanta Martin Jr

You know my pockets loaded!

[Hook]
Stepping up to the plate, crack! There it go again
Bases loaded, bout to knock it out the park, grand slam
Pockets blowing up like parachutes, loaded with the Bens
22's on the Benz floating in a spaceship
5% tint you ain’t seeing in (why you lookin)
Mr hands off the wheel I ain’t steering shit (who that drivin)
Backseat with some red-boned bunnies and they friends
Special order (huh) these foreign bitches came with it
My wallet take your wallet, take your bitch today
Too much money in these pockets, need a bigger waist
Don’t stand too close I’m LOL-ing in your face
Don’t stand too close to me.. I putchu in ya place
Oh you gon line up next to me, I neva lost a race
My pockets take yo lil pockets, play a lil game
Big wallet take yo lil wallet, laughin to the bank
My ice stay frozen, your ice dripping, can you say the same?

[Verse]
Room full of bitches wearing nothing but their skin
Since you hating, bitch, you never getting in (getting in)
They counting paper, twerkin, standing on they hands
Pillow fighting with my money flinging rubber bands(rubber bands)
Too many hoes waiting for me in my bed
Fucking 'til I’m bustin in her motherfucking hair
Fuck it, when she wake up she can wash away the sin
Fuck it, pockets loaded, little something for the mess
Fuck it, If they wasn’t, know a nigga reckless
I'm a menace, get relentless and I can't suppress it
My pockets swollen I got full control (full control)
Ass out, bag out, told me make it glow (make it glow)
Like when you see it with your eyes closed
Undress her with my eyes read her like a novel
She so pretty got me pouring out this bottle
Pretty ass bitch, yeah, pouring on a model
Hanging round me said she want to be lit
Light that ass up, put my arm in her (oh, no)
Diamonds on my wrist, turned her to a flashlight (fleshlight)
Yeah, you ain’t never shined like this
Riding that ass like I stole that shit
Riding that ass test drive new whip
Shots in that ass, new stroke when I hit
Make her strain her vocal chords, whining like a violin

[Hook]
Stepping up to the plate, crack! There it go again
Bases loaded, yeah I knock it out the park, grand slam
Pockets blowing up like parachutes, loaded with the Bens
22's on the Benz floating in a spaceship
5% tint you ain’t seeing in
Mr hands off the wheel I ain’t steering shit
Backseat with some red boned bunnies and they friends
Special order (ye, ye) these foreign bitches came with it
My wallet take your wallet, take your bitch today
Too much money in these pockets, need a bigger waist
Don’t stand too close, LOL-ing in your face
My ice stay frozen, your ice dripping, can you say the same?

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