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Reach in my pocket and pull out my new wallet I just got a Louis Vuitton It's too poppin But too often people will judge it's too awkward But I don't give a flying fuck I'm too ostrich I walk inside of Saks like "Waddup bitch?" I'm boutta fuck this cash up And turn the 5th to a 6th On my left is a chick I think she wanting the dick Probably because she seen the wallet that I speak of is thick Like do she want me She seen the Louie V and now she on me But she don't know that I ain't got a job, they call me Tommy In fact I borrowed this wallet from Clay, this shit is not me As soon as she noticed that I was broke she didn't call me My wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet My wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet SongtexteMy wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet My wallet got these bitches and these niggas going crazy Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me Reach in my pocket and pull out a gang of ones Throw 'em on a stripper and dry hump her lady lumps Got rain and thunder, her ass ain't clappin', don't save her number My wallet empty so my bae won't let me graze her bumper I got a sign that say "I need some money" If they say no I say "God bless you" and whisper "That's why yo baby's ugly" My wallet cost five hundred It's filled with seven ones and a dusty condom I got from robbin' my brother's pockets Shoutout to Chinese lady for shavin' dollars off the cost of laundry I brought her thing, she want me I gotta say the older the berry the sweeter the juice She probably sweeter than swedish fish cause she like 92 with the juicy fruit My wallet My wallet Your wallet In need of a plug who out here sellin' off the sockets Don't play with me, broke all day, dealers makin' plays I might do the same on the corner sellin' lemonade For my- Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy Wallet got the thugs sayin' Fuck you pay me, I'm off the AC It's hot in my room and cartoons cartoonin' I'm wearin' a watch, the minute hand broke But it go stupid with this outfit I just thrifted But I make this shit look new and I put on my cousins shoes I'm on my way to the greenline and I'm runnin' behind The bus just left although I ran and make it in the time Alloted a lot of niggas fake the lotto and ain't win The pocket of the city that I'm from preaches patience I walk to the train then like fuck it I'm late anyway Fuck it I'm just goin' to school, it's not like I'm gettin' paid My diploma put on hold, on the train with my earphones Some niggas say "Run them pockets" I ain't even got shit though Look, I don't give a fuck Louis Vuitton or Clays If it's comin' out ya pocket then boy it belongs to Jay You better know what's at stake I ain't really into beef but I'm down to run your pockets if I know I got to eat Michael Christmas wallet is on my wish list 7 dollars, a condom, I save that for the bitches Money is the motive, I'm just being specific Thought I was hella passive, you rappers on my get-list So gimme that, that's- My wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet My wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet My wallet My wallet My wallet Your wallet My wallet got these bitches and these niggas going crazy Wallet got my family and my friends actin' lazy Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me One more time One more time Hey, hey, hey my nigga Yeah Hey, hey, hey my nigga Yeah Hey, hey pro- hey pockets- sh- hey Lemme see this wallet you've been talkin' 'bout Shit Where that wallet at It's right here look Lemme see that, lemme see what you talkin' 'bout, I'mma need that I'mma need that, respect your jaw, respect your fucking jaw This nigga wild as shit dog Just keep all that, get the bear toes though Soul! Aus Songtexte Mania