Short Dawg - Money In My Pocket (Remix) lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Tunechi in this b**h Fresh, watch me do it b**hes know I ball I go HAM, Cam Newton Shorty on the pill Get this ho some fluids And if that b**h bad I put her on my [Refrain: Short Dawg] See, see I'm stepping out froze Louis on my toes All this money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Now my stacks don't fold I got too much to hold All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole [Verse 1: Short Dawg] Now holla for a dollar Act strange for the change That's my n***a Gudda Gudda Yeah he came in the Range My homie, Mack Maine with the Range and the chains And me I'm so fly, I swear I came in a plane then landed on a lot Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop you should choose like teeth Fresh outfit boy, came to shut it down And it's only gon be worn once like a wedding gown Somebody tell the town Short Dawgs in the annex Pistol on my hip and I pop it like a Xanex Got the n***as tripping cause we got the hoes dripping You see I'm balling like Jordan you just a Scottie Pippen Catch you slipping Then you better go and get ya boys I get em work My money longer than extension cords Tell them runts I got some game I can sell em I walk up on her While she with them lames and I tell her [Refrain] [Verse 2: Short Dawg] It's young Elvis Freshly in the four door European And the tint dark as coffee, a n***a feeling bossy Pulling hoes like a tooth and it's hard to get em off me I'm a stunna like the CEO of Cash Money records The Louie V rag got me chequered with the matching kicks Grinnin' at your chick, the surp got me leaning like ten after six Therefore I tell her, go on bust it open, go on bust it open They call me Short Dawg but no I ain't from Oakland My money so tall that you gon have to climb it If she know how to rewind it, trust me I'm gon change the climate And then I get behind it like I'm tryna do the heimlich She heard that I be rhyming and I'm balling like Kirk Hinrich She's looking for some love, but over here she will not find it So get down on your knees, you're int he presence of Your Highness [Refrain] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Tunechi in this b**h fresh watch me do it b**hes know I ball I go HAM, Cam Newton Shorty on the pill, get this ho some fluids And if that b**h bad I put her on my to-do list See I step up in this b**h like a gamma, get your cameras Money on the table b**h, respect my table manners Young Money the sh**, did you get the memorandom And these other n***as think they flying the Atlantic Haa, What you doing I'm throwing money, they take too long with the ones f** It, I'll start throwing hundreds Y'all n***as ain't spending sh** They tippin' on a budget Man, they pockets getting skinny, what that is Jennifer Hudson Order a bottle and I drink it 'til it's hollow And my coupe is a two-seater so you b**hes gotta follow Now bust it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls I got money in my pocket, I got hoes on pause [Refrain]