HBK Kidd - Pocket Full of Money lyrics

BYLUG, yae yae [Verse 1: Kid] I'm from the city of the k**ers and thugs It's so much dirt up on this Michigan glove Swimming like fishes in blood If you talk about the D you better mention the LUG And if you make the wrong move you getting hit with slugs n***as out there fishing for love I'd rather be on boss sh**, sitting back, sipping Cris in the club Tell a b**h come through and baby k** it with hugs It's mink on the floor so she let me hit on the rug Was a bad a** n***a used to piss in the tub Found out he was b**h now ain't no feelings for cuz Hoes finding me appealing because b**hes love a real n***a and I'm a real n***a still hit the slums Still with the ones from back then back in the coupe Hopped out, seen Young, slapped hands and acting was proof [?] Really do it we ain't just yapping like you Action Impact, I hit that to practice to shoot Back in the booth, the facts and the truth, laughing at you Yo b**h gave me back rubs I smashed a ma**euse I had a pa**ion to hoop now I'm pa**ing in coupes On a path for the loot Real n***a, I'm the last of a few Knife on the K, I can stab it and shoot You n***as sweeter than a basket of fruit Look, and I be on that other sh** that ride for my brother sh** And if you think this b**h bad, dog this just another b**h n***as hating, s** a dick before I finger f** the clip 'Gamo on the buckle b**h, got damn this s**a rich sh** I don't tolerate, guns say what I gotta say Squares in yo circle man all you n***as out of shape You of place if you cross the line So don't be crossing mines, cross the line, guarantee I off the 9 Say you a boss then why a boss in line? You just a boss in mind, bosses shine, boy and I'm the boss of mine "Call in line", what I tell b**hes f** with a boss kinda hard now they looking stale b**hes Nail n***as with the hammer if they bad with grammar Yo b**h horny since a kid she been bad with Santa I'm in Atlanta at the hip hop awards Versace Velour, white buffs they probably was yours Favorite rapper 2Pac Shakur One white b**h and a chocolate b**h I'm about to smash like S'mores I ain't done I'm about to give you some more Good God, galore presidential sh** like Al Gore Balling like a power forward, you can call me Garnett Soon as I hit the door, I'm asking where the bar at You talking all that sh** but n***a where yo heart at? Play tough then we outside n***a where yo car at? Too many b**h n***as I don't know where to start at Too many b**h n***as I don't know where to start at n***a it's K-I-D and I'll beat yo a** And my b**h will beat yo b**h a** like Laila Ali n***a owe up better pay my fee Or I'm shooting that b**h like A.I be Pay, I see they can't f** with us Without a game plan we balling hard no huddle ups Two .40 cal's on me n***a I don't knuckle up And n***as talking down but them n***as know what's up with us They stuck with us, we run the city and that's that These ain't bubble gum rhymes it's that real Detroit rap And I'm a young stunna pocket full of money Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny [Hook x8] I'm a young stunna pocket full of money Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny