Money In My Pocket - Meyhem Lauren

My flesh got the original tint

My neck speaks Cuban Peep Jesus and squint

Y’all get fly, but I’m a different refresh

You buy off the rack

I dress my dick to the left

You never got suited, never got fitted

So the shit I’m talkin bout

You never gon' get it

We fuck the same bitches, that’s basics

Split they tongue like a pair of Asics

Catapult cocaine and curb cases

Keep a four five on and roll seises (sixes)

I’m winning comfort is a trophy

See me when you see me, then you’ll probably see me OT, uh

Shirtless with shades on, whippin' something foreign

I keep my wrist wrapped like I’m sparring

Rocking a pair of NB’s

New chick flipping like 10 P’s

Get money, get money

Keep stuntin', keep stuntin'

Bag bitches, bag bitches

Go crush ‘em

Get money, get money

Keep stuntin', keep stuntin'

Bag bitches, bag bitches

Go crush ‘em

Bottles on my table, bitches on my lap

Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact

Bottles on my table, bitches on my lap

Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact

Lunch at Don Pepe’s, life in rap essays

Top grain leather, we tryna enjoy decades

Toast to my future, stayin' close to my past

Hustlin' the present cause a nigga need cash

Y’all niggas need a fresh advisor

I stay swervin' like I couldn’t pass a breathalyzer

Used to take it easy, now I’m takin' over

Never been a cobra, hoppin' out the Rover

If not I got the ruger, hoppin' out the Uber

Beef is for the street, don’t be a thug on the computer

Eat good, drink good, live better, get cheddar

Disease stricken wool I usually rock a sick sweater

Sneakers in my closet, bitches in my jack

Money in my pocket, that’s a motherfucking fact

Peace to Mr. Wonderful

If niggas looking for that work, we got a bundle full