[Intro]
Uh
Uh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money and a head full of thoughts
Of how I'm gon' run up a check, yo, I get up
I gotta pick my cards straight from the deck, I'm cuttin' up
I gotta lay my shit down for respect, no fuckin' up
I got a pocket full of money and a head full of thoughts
Of how I'm gon' run up a check, yo, I get up
I gotta pick my cards straight from the deck, I'm cuttin' up
I gotta lay my shit down for respect, no fuckin' up (uh)

[Verse]
I look up in the mirror
How could I get better?
Thousand on the sweater and the kicks Italian leather
Doza on the track, I lay the vocals down beautiful
Wanna battle me? You gotta make it through the crucible
I ain't what you used to, got a lot of juice, too
Listenin' to Juice Crew, lettin' hammеrs loose to disrupt the peacе
It get crucial, we leaders of the new school
Uh, I hit the booth and throw it on YouTube
Fuck it, we countin' up and gettin' buckets
Fuck it, I'm dealin' art and stackin' ducats
Fuck it, I'm like a poet to the public
Fuck it, n***a, try me and the Uzi does it
[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money and a head full of thoughts
Of how I'm gon' run up a check, yo, I get up
I gotta pick my cards straight from the deck, I'm cuttin' up
I gotta lay my shit down for respect, no fuckin' up
I got a pocket full of money and a head full of thoughts
Of how I'm gon' run up a check, yo, I get up
I gotta pick my cards straight from the deck, I'm cuttin' up
I gotta lay my shit down for respect, no fuckin' up