[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 bitches
This one right here for all my ratchet ass bitches
This for the bippers and killers, pimps and hoes
And my bitches who hit the blade and the dough
We ain't goin' for none of that shit 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 pussy from the back, n***a
Make a bitch 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 bitch 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' pussy like he can't get enough
I hate broke ass 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 shit, don't want no scrub (I don't)
I tell him spend that shit, spend that shit, 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, bitch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)

[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 ass n***as who be pimpin'? (Who be pimpin')
They probably on the blade lookin' for some bitches
Word around town, all them n***a be in Richmond
Hit the pussy once, then I bet he be addicted
And I know some ratchet ass hoes who be strippin'
All about a dollar, gotta pay to see them titties
Now where my bitches who be boostin' out the mall?
We hit the door on they ass 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 shit
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, bitch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n***a wanna hit it, make that n***a spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)