Soulja Boy - Pockets Fat lyrics

I'm busting jugg, turn up, whay, hey I'm making plays, young fresh n***a, boy I'm hitting licks, everybody on my click we busting, turn up, turn up All day, busting juggs, making plays Bustin juggs, making plays Bustin juggs, making plays Bustin juggs, making plays Bustin juggs, making plays, I got all these bands I got racks everywhere, soulja boy I got zans Got a new rollie, and I cope the new ap Got all the bricks on me, and I got all the whips on me Words to my mother, word to new york Soulja boy stunner, kanye say new slave While soulja boy say new chains Man that boy be so fly, I keep sh** like lu kang Man you tripping n***a, go and tie up your shoe strangs sponsored links It's about time, that soulja boy come through shine The 54s on my mind, get money that's all the time I am not jay z, I'm not, I know how this feel I know what I gotta do, I'ma turn up in this sh** My diamonds look like a light show I'm getting cash, no typo My iPhones no ice copin And I'm on with no ice on My girl go wherever I go, I'm getting cash no type Pockets fat no light bulb I'm getting cash that's ice on Soulja, yeah I be told ya, whipping the rover Chicken and chiefing, I walk in the Bentley The ball of the century, I'ma guap till it's empty So ...spray, I'm k**ing the camp out, boom, bang, bang I pull up slangin em chickens, you know I do my damn thang My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My girl go wherever I go My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My girl go wherever I go My pockets fat no light bulb Pitchfork's like disciple Riding through in that new lac Swear my diamonds look like a light show I'm getting money like tyco I'm getting money like Tyson I'm getting money like a billion dollars Like a million dollars that's come soon Vacuum all the guap, that's vetuceen, want on top She want a picture, just panorama On the pj in my new pajamas Riding round with that f**ing hammer Gucci, louie, hermans, Versace' World tour, I touchdown They see my face, they f** with me I'm getting cash, I'm getting guap Yeah the sh** is lovely, I stuff kush in my swisher sweet Your girlfriend she came here to see Gave 50k just to make her see 'is on my feet I could rock the cold chilla, Gucci to the sweater Guap down to my shoes, finessing marting margello Swag so clean, I should have signed on rockofella, jay z I be getting cash, I could rock it acapella My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My girl go wherever I go My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My pockets fat no light bulb My girl go wherever I go.