Lil Mouse - PocketsHeavy lyrics

Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy Me and D Money in that foreign same color spaghetti All of these hundreds I be countin', yeah my pockets heavy I'm in that 911 Porsche with my black Guiseppes The drum sound like a parade when I call up heavy Got any problems, it get solved, I'm a call up nephew I love my sister, you will die tonight, you [?] my nephew You on Twitter woofin' at me like they won't come get you They come get you, smack you up like, "Who you talkin' spit to?" Shotta got a new HK, it's very heavy You try to rob me for my chain, it's ugly like Freddy I can't go out like no lame, I ain't fearin' any On 119th, them boys tote 50 Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy Tryna take my money, I'm a get your dome touched I'm in that all white Benz doin' donuts They know I'm hella bands, all the groupies on us He say that he a soldier, saw him and he froze up A lot of soldiers 'round me, they keep it real Can't ever switch up on my homies, I keep it real For me, they'll come snatch you up and your kids I got a white boy shoot like Jeremy Lin R.I.P. all my homies, I'm a ball for them You disrespect my homies, shells make you fall for them I always keep it one hunnit, them opps, they ain't real We got Call of Duty guns, them shooters love to k** Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy