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Waka Flocka Flame

"Pockets on Gas Light"

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Broke ass n*gga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

[Verse 1: Eldorado Red]
His pockets on E like he running out of gas
Eldorado Red, I'm never running out of cash
Dope boy swag, I keep a duffel bag
And guess what, n*gga? That b*tch filled with rags
Me and Waka Flocka and Gucci Gucci
We take your b*tch, never to the movies
To the hotel, in and out our door
In the club, throwing money, boy, I'm showing off
Half a brick of soda got me stunting good
I don't need to lie, I'ma keep it hood
Old school donk, pus*y paint wet
Purple and green, yeah, I'm on my set
I love to flex, got stupid diamonds
No record deal, but I'm still shining
Me and YG Hoot hopping out that Bentley Coupe
I keeps some young n*ggas with me and they gon' shoot

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

[Verse 2: YG Hootie]
Let a n*gga take you out, b*tch, gangstas like dough
You ain't in my lane, your maintenance light's on
A full tank of gas and I push buttons fast
Did donuts on the Deuce Line when I brought that money back
It's Hoo-doe in that two-door when I'm swerving
[?] what I'm serving, balling like a person
Heard he mad at me, but I ain't never heard him
He must know better, my flag red, oh, it's burgan-
Dy, I'm a G from the P, pockets never on gas light
And if they is, I'ma hit a lick to get back right
I hit for 30 racks, I hit for 40 racks
Back to slanging yayo like, "Where E-40 at?"
My hood evil, n*gga, you full of that phony yak
NFL program, all I do is quarterback
Getting OT money on Cali soil
Making your b*tch's pus*y boil, my plan never foils

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
His gas light on, his pockets on empty
Old half-a-tank n*ggas can't f*ck with me
Pockets on full, yours on E
My trapping jersey worth about two bricks
Just hit a lick, so I'm super straight
I got that super cake, diamonds hella bright
Like the sunlight, call it crushed ice
Green diamond chain the same color as a can of Sprite
What's my appetite? About a quarter million
R.I.P. Biggie, west side Bloods f*cking with me
I'm the down south Blood, what it do, Blood?
When you be me in the club, you see a real n*gga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light
Pockets on full, his on E
Quarter tank ass n*ggas ain't seeing me
I've been getting paid, he trying to get right
Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

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