Rock Off In My Pocket

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone, calling me, bitch, stop it
14 hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money
I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it
20, 50, hundreds, bitch I'm stunting
50, hundreds (20), oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this shit for me

I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin' (flexin', flexin')
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie (me my money)
I got my car, my house and my jewelry (jewelry)
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried

I ain't worried, smoking tooka to the head (tooka to the head)
Come through shoot ya then you're dead
(Come through, shoot ya then you're dead)
I'm getting money fuck the feds (I'm getting money fuck the feds)
I'm Glo Gang, what is this? (And I'm Glo Gang, what is this?)

That's my shit, you little bitch (that's my shit, you little bitch)
Let's get rich, you little bitch (let's get rich, you little bitch)
Get off my dick, you little bitch (get off my dick, you little bitch)
And go get you a brick (and go get you a brick)

Smoking Tutu, that's my opps (smoking Tutu)
So much damn Tutu on my car (so much damn Tutu)
Counting rolls like a boss, then (counting rolls-)
You know that I know (you know)

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
14 hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money
I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it
20, 50, hundreds, bitch I'm stunting
50, hundreds (20), oh my goodness
I need my money machine, to count this shit for me

Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting shit
Du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me (ooh, ooh)
His bitch let me fuck her 'cause I got racks
So I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet

Tell that on my phone, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Money tatted on my mind, yeah (ooh, ooh)
30 tatted on my gun, yeah (ooh, ooh)
It's time to have fun, yeah

His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck my money
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit
Baby, you on that lame ass shit
I don't play that shit

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
14 hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money
I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it
20, 50, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting
50, hundreds (20), oh my goodness
I need my money machine, to count this shit for me