Lil Kayla
Make His Pockets Hurt
[Intro]
Make his pockets hurt (HerbMadeThisBeat)
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Lil Kayla, what's up?)
Attention, attention
This ain't for you nine-to-five n***as or you nine-to-five b*t*hes
This one right here for all my ratchet a** b*t*hes
This for the bippers and killers, pimps and hoes
And my b*t*hes who hit the blade and the dough
We ain't goin' for none of that sh*t this summer
We turnin' up on all these n***as

[Verse 1]
Let me see you hit your pockets for a stack, n***a
If you wanna get this pu**y from the back, n***a
Make a b*t*h run like my favorite sport was track, n***a
Tied, just did this pony, better not touch a track, n***a
Wanna hit it off a Perc, well, I'm off two
Put that energy to work, show me what that mouth do
I just came to get my nut off, I don't wanna talk
And I'm really gettin' thick, I can feel it in my walk
Hood freak b*t*h what a n***a love
I'm the type to make a n***a choose up
Had a n***a spendin' all his lil' bucks
And eatin' pu**y like he can't get enough
I hate broke a** n***as in the club (I do)
Tryna flex, but they can't even show a dub (They can't)
I'm on my TLC sh*t, don't want no scrub (I don't)
I tell him spend that sh*t, spend that sh*t, n***a
[Chorus]
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)

[Verse 2]
Where them gettin' money n***as who be bippin'? (Who be bippin')
They either be in Chinatown or the city (Or the city)
Or where them fly a** n***as who be pimpin'? (Who be pimpin')
They probably on the blade lookin' for some b*t*hes
Word around town, all them n***a be in Richmond
Hit the pu**y once, then I bet he be addicted
And I know some ratchet a** hoes who be strippin'
All about a dollar, gotta pay to see them t**ties
Now where my b*t*hes who be boostin' out the mall?
We hit the door on they a** and take it all
It ain't a hit until you make it to the car
I called up Max, hit the spot, and drop it off
Then I make his pockets hurt
His baby mama look just like dirt
He want a quickie in the whip, so you know I did my sh*t
And now his nut all on his shirt, ugh
[Chorus]
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*t*h)