Alley Boy - Pocket Full Of Money lyrics

-Alley Boy: I remember in the six, you could get a whole brick for the 18 nick, off white Young n***a with the mind of a old n***a, everybody rolling, gettin money, no broke n***as True sag and i dont do the tight fit I look good in some dickies real G sh** Bank roll, i dont carry no ones The only ones got a big head, a Hundun (Hundred) Trouble just came home time to put her on Got a bunch of bad hoes we can f** on VIP new drink, no red bull Coca cola stuffed in, real pocket full Made n***a, alley boy done got pulled You can tell im gettin money lookin at my j**els Through the ring, sleek, so sunny I aint right unless i got a pocket full of money -Chorus: Rings cars fancy clothes big bad hoes everybody knows/2x Pocket full of Money/4x -Young Jeezy: What you know when they was goin for the two way Its 56 so you know i cop me two straight Right back on the roller revaderche Then i threw em in the oven, happy birthday Young what you ridin in, call it nevermind You think im ridin now, wait til the summer time 600 for the zip, is you kidding me 3rd one today, smoke em like a chimney Young and Alley, yeah them n***as gon hate this I dont know how them n***as gon take this Them n***as softer then the work, they just sack hard Run a K out the crib let my black card Got a super bad b**h in my black Lamb Got a pocket full of money, gives a god damn Yeah I got it on me now, all way live n***a try me if you want and make a Fox 5 -Chorus: Rings cars fancy clothes big bad hoes everybody knows/2x Pocket full of Money/4x -Alley Boy: Gold Grill, waste spinnin no cut my girlfriend cute face wit a fat bu*t We f**ed up on Ciroc and Cocunut 20 bottles in the b**h aint nothin to us Too clean, the hoe take 10 cream I can fit a quarter mill in these Robin Jeans So much ice it intimidate Five hoes, one me, thas elimidate You can go, yeen f**in on the first date Your a** fat but I aint like your face anyways Bow leg, I like the way that a** spread You know she wanna f** a young n***a with bread Pulled up to the yard flexin too hard All the bad broads wanna leave wit a dope boy Coalition, my whole team wrist glisten Boy aint nothin in them pockets, stop lint fishin