[PART I: BIG POCKETS]

[Intro]
Worstfeelingever
Yeah
Pockets get big
Pockets get big
Yeah
Let's go
Phrrr

[Chorus]
Pockets gettin racked up(Pockets gettin racked up)
Pockets getting racked up(Big)
Pockets gettin stacked up(Pockets gettin stacked up)
Pockets get big
Pockets get big
Pockets get big
Pockets get big

[Verse]
I do this for the racks
I can tell that you do it for the clout
I can tell that you do it for the-
Gun down going for the kill
Smile got diamonds in my grills
Yearsoftears right arm on Paris
Told my swag n***a cannot compare us
I got Osbatt mix it with thе Margielas
Send a addie bitch comе with your fellas
Put my dick in her fella she jealous now
On my fourth damn cup and im wiggin out
Don’t play with my guap got me wiggin out
We get bands week in week out
I fuck MILFS not college bitches
Roll this blunt I ain't passing a bitch
Can't save that hoe I ain’t catching a bitch
Put it in my bitch,I'm [?] My bitch
I told my man to go polish my kicks
Black Michael Jackson but my name on her tits
I sip the wock,dirty
Bitch like getting Balenci,dirty
Guap that we getting is dirty
I fuck that bitch she dir-
[Chorus]
Yeah
Pockets get big
Phrrr
Pockets gettin racked up(Pockets gettin racked up)
Pockets getting racked up
Pockets gettin stacked up
Pockets gettin racked up
Pockets getting racked up
Pockets gettin stacked up
Pockets get big
Pockets get big
Pockets get big
Pockets get big

[Part II: YOT]

[Intro]
I don't think they're hearing it

[Verse]
My bitch looking prettier than me
I get mad if she prettier than me
I got mad she better than me
Told her bring the money home daddy waiting for it
I just got a coupe,now I'm paying for it
Man I thought you had guap,oh you waiting for it?
Yearsoftears on me I don't pay for it
Told her kill the boss,I don't Pay for it
[?] in and pass out
Puff I don't pass around
Pissing in and piss out
Bands when I walk out
Walk in I fuck out
Fuck did you fuck up
I’m a young boss bruh I walk with my cock out
I just made a mill boy I walk with my cock out
This my house Imma walk with my cock out
Im a superstar but I still want the opps out
Oh,oh
I cannot lose I got God with me
Two years ago they were doubting me
Let the bitch [?]
Hol that boy,told him to pardon me
God in these streets I’m a general
And I came in that bitch like a general
I'm tripping I’m tripping my diamonds are glissening
I fuck so many bitches
Got too different women
Got two of em kissing
I can't find the bands,the money and women
I-
Uh
Fuck we's not the same
Got the whip man mine parked up
Imma find VIP
Walk Balenci spark up
Looking for the Vetement
While pouring wok up
Pussy boy I shot up
Why you tryna walk up?
Much is going on
The gang going up
Sticks going up
The price gone up
Your bitch got missing
Got her dress going up
I ain't conversating with no pussy n***a
But I’m conversating with the pussy n***a
My [?]be hitting different n***a
Hopping flower like a Florist n***a
I got no wock Imma get moody
I got no wock imma get moody