Pocket Full of Money chords by Crooked I

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Verse 1
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(Go In)
I send a 100 pounds out of town,
still I rep the west turf
I'm about to make my whole
coast put on a fresh shirt
Hustler music, export expert
If I walk away with more than you,
I did the leg work
Bread thirst,
I ain't thinkin' of nothin' else
Hi hater, vibrator, fuck ya' self
My paper, skyscraper,
you're just a elf
5 acres, white neighbours, (OK Bye)
I like my music bangin' out of control
To all my strippers swingin'
'round on that pole
(Let's get it)
Yeah, leanin' in my Benz Coupe,
Yeah, I think your bitch cute
Take her out them gym shoes
Put her in some sick boots
Blow money, spend loot
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Louis V her swimsuit
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Hump her and her friends too
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Dump her when the rent's due
You know how us pimps do
Diamonds blind your chick's view
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Icy like a ig loo
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Ask your wifey, it's true
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Way before them Slaughterhouse
boys was with Eminem
Had to get that worked out,
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I ain't talkin' in the gym
Verse 2
P- Pocket full of money
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(Still I need more)
I got a pocket full of money
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P- Pocket full of money
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(Still I need more)
Verse 3
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Bag the product up, then we seal
it with the vacuum
Cost me a 100 racks,
but it's coming back soon
Do it for a living,
on the side sling these rap tunes
Cause I'm stil the shit,
(Y- Y- Y'all), welcome to my bathroom
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I'mma play the stylist,
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sewing up the block
Give photographers the money shot,
focus on my guap
It's a photoshoot, baby hold this
coconut Ciroc
(And then)pour it on the
rocks
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(And then) open up your box
Cash Over Bitches,
that's what my niggas say
My chicks say it's Monday,
Money Over Niggas Day
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I can't even sleep, gotta grind,
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man I've been this way
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All about my business
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(aayyy)
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(Let's get it)
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Now lean left with it, lean right with it
Lean left with it, lean right with it
Lean left with it,(aayyy) lean
right with it(aayyy)
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Lean left with it, lean right with it
Verse 5
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Ayo, on the road to wealth,
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you ain't got no suckas with you
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Note to self: "Crooked they
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ain't fuckin' with you"
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Some real shit I remember to remember
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If I'm gone 'til November
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Bet I'll binge in December
Outta state plates,
niggas put Virginia on the fender
Heavy weights on my agenda,
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don't pretend you a contender
And I ain't on tour yet,
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get it to your door step
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Need a 100 more, bet I need another Corvette
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