{Intro:Cory Lyons}
Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day
Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place
Its ironic just how it work when they see paper flowing in I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in
{Chorus: Cameron Lyons}
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
I was born to make it happen
Born to make it rain
Born to get this money and I'm born to get this fame
I ain't never been no punk i ain't never been no lame
Throw your hands in the air if you people feel the same
{Verse 1: Cameron Lyons}
I be P.A.R.T.Y.I.N.G
I don't even know what the waitress sent me
Drink it (Drink it) Drink it (Drink It)
Drink it up until it's empty
See me in the back of the back of the club
V.I.P we drunk as f**
No limousine we 15 deep
3 Escalade double XL seats we on (We on)
You can tell by the way im leaning
White girls all on my *woah woah*
Black girls all on my *woah woah*
Get like me you'll keep on dreaming
Is you hating for a reason
We can take it outside (we can take it outside)
But I'mma keep on drinking
We gon Chug (Chug chug chug)
White folks chug, black folks chug
Everybody get a shot in the air
Drink it down
Kicking back like a hackie sack
I'm the man imagine that
Pulling all these hoes like a rabbit out a hat
Just a matter of the time and the bat is all bat
Rap (rap rap rap)
All i do is drink and rap
Every time i get drunk
It be 8 Ft
I'm gon freaking snap (snap)
Ice in the drink on cold
Probably shouldn't drink no more
But my out of town friends said their only here for the night
So I'm getting gone
{Chorus 2: Cameron Lyons}
(Woop woop woop woop woop x26)
{Verse:2 Cory Lyons)
Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day
Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place
Its ironic just how it works when they see paper flowing in
I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in
Now go and lose control
Have you seeing things you ain't never seen before
Used to mop the floor
But now i got people mopping my building
That's how it goes
I'm on a mission detonating in 4-3-2-1
I'm on (I'm on I'm on on)
Now drop it low (Low)
Gon and scrub the ground
Broke your heel she don't care
Keep it going bare
Now reach the sky and go crazy like nobody cares
Leave them trembling, goose bumps they everywhere
Take you to another level
I ain't never coming down cause I'm higher than a boeing stearman
If you really want to protest bout me
sh** go head but I'm lost in the wind man
You can't tell me nothing, I'm on my grown man
We tryna ball while you lames holding hands
{Chorus 3: Cameron Lyons}
Pockets fat
Pockets fat, Rick ross
Pockets fat, Rick ross
Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Rick Ross