Soulja Boy - Pockets Fat lyrics

rate me

I’m busting jugg, turn up, whay, hey

I’m making plays, young fresh nigga, boy

I’m hitting licks, everybody on my click we busting, turn up, turn up

All day, busting juggs, making plays

Bustin juggs, making plays

Bustin juggs, making plays

Bustin juggs, making plays

Bustin juggs, making plays, I got all these bands

I got racks everywhere, soulja boy I got zans

Got a new rollie, and I cope the new ap

Got all the bricks on me, and I got all the whips on me

Words to my mother, word to new york

Soulja boy stunner, kanye say new slave

While soulja boy say new chains

Man that boy be so fly, I keep shit like lu kang

Man you tripping nigga, go and tie up your shoe strangs

It’s about time, that soulja boy come through shine

The 54s on my mind, get money that’s all the time

I am not jay z, I’m not, I know how this feel

I know what I gotta do, I’ma turn up in this shit

My diamonds look like a light show

I’m getting cash, no typo

My iPhones no ice copin

And I’m on with no ice on

My girl go wherever I go,

I’m getting cash no type

Pockets fat no light bulb

I’m getting cash that’s ice on

Soulja, yeah I be told ya, whipping the rover

Chicken and chiefing, I walk in the Bentley

The ball of the century, I’ma guap till it’s empty

So ...spray, I’m killing the camp out, boom, bang, bang

I pull up slangin em chickens, you know I do my damn thang

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My girl go wherever I go

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My girl go wherever I go

My pockets fat no light bulb

Pitchfork’s like disciple

Riding through in that new lac

Swear my diamonds look like a light show

I’m getting money like tyco

I’m getting money like Tyson

I’m getting money like a billion dollars

Like a million dollars that’s come soon

Vacuum all the guap, that’s vetuceen, want on top

She want a picture, just panorama

On the pj in my new pajamas

Riding round with that fucking hammer

Gucci, louie, hermans, Versace…

World tour, I touchdown

They see my face, they fuck with me

I’m getting cash, I’m getting guap

Yeah the shit is lovely,

I stuff kush in my swisher sweet

Your girlfriend she came here to see

Gave 50k just to make her see

…is on my feet

I could rock the cold chilla, Gucci to the sweater

Guap down to my shoes, finessing marting margello

Swag so clean, I should have signed on rockofella, jay z

I be getting cash, I could rock it acapella

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My girl go wherever I go

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My pockets fat no light bulb

My girl go wherever I go.