[Verse 1]
Everyone I know, they just want something from me
(What they want, Shawty Lo?) I got a pocket full of money
Everybody know I move units through the city
They ink ain't dry and I'm still sitting pretty
Been had fetty since the '94 summer
A decade later and I'm still doing numbers
Young CEO, King Lo is what they call me
I still fuck around, if you want them, then call me
And say, n***a, don't talk reckless on my phone
You know it's bugs and leeches so don't need the dial tone
And nope, n***a, I don't play like that
Seventeen for the things and they don't like that
I'm still on the grind, n***as know it's my time
This the rare wrist game made me ahead of my time
I spin the fork with right, lean the pot with the left
Glass recipe, compliments to the chef
Whoever knew I'd be usually inclined
I do my thing with the rap, but I'm sick with the grind
Forty-five for a nine, get the split for nine
And the prices don't jump, it's like that all the time

[Hook (8x)]
I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?)

[Verse 2]
What's happening, what's up, what's really going izz-on?
These hoes leaning, and they slizzard off Patrizz-on
Hey, I see tonight is going digital
Nah, I don't smoke, but you know what the Skittle do
I pop, I roll, it's all, I know
It's the summer time, baby and all this ice got me froze
I ain't gotta talk, let my diamonds do the speaking
I like a lot of girls, but I love them Georgia peaches
Latina, Lebanese, Black, White, or Puerto Rican
Money ain't a thing, man, I blow it every weekend
So what goes up, must come down
So when I throw it up, you know it's going dizz-own
[Hook (8x)]
I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?)