GAWDHUNTER fka SHO-PYN - Pocketz on Stuff

Pyn & Paper, Gawd
Another one of those, Gucci
Get yo money my nigga, Yung
Stuntin' on these niggas
PyN an Paper
I put my pockets on over-load
Dough keep rolling
Tell a hoe to get low
I'm da flyest nigga flowing
I aint lyin' I know it
Lite up the Dro
An let my cipher keep smoking
I got your bitch in a badd way
She undressing the gawd
Just for sex in da car
Screaming let's get it on
She prolly think you Gayer than Marvin
Come home jump in the shower
An say don't make it a problem
Give you two minutes, jus don't make it a job an
Then tell u when you finished
Jus don't take of the condom
If I tell you all the positions she was taking my johnson
You still wudn't believe me
Cuz you aint pimpin this easy
Chips lookin cheezy
as I dip in the GT
Bent been kitted
All my glitter is VV
Y comma Geezy
Put your bitch on da TV
Catch me in dade county
Tryna kick it wit Weezy
I put my pockets on stuff
Gucci on my belt
Louie on my feet
Prada erything else
I put my pockets on stuff
Sipping on Lean
You aint gettin money
Money like me
I put my pockets on stuff
Wat da fuck is you doin
I get loot n put my pockets on stuff
I put my pockets on stuff
What da fuck is you doin
I get loot n put my pockets on stuff
I put my pockets on it
Hot 16 you know that Gawd be on it
Microphone pheen an I'm cocky on it
Popped on da scene
Drops an the Beams
In the Kommunist jeans
The paparazzi on it
But I aint TMZ ready
Catch me wit da mob
Cheez an spaghetti
Mario andretti n da Vette if u let me
Chicks dig speed as we breeze to da telly
On ur kneez wen u ready, hun we makin a moovie
Its gees on da bed u can take wen u do me
I need you ass naked
Minus makeup an jewelry
Tomorrow you can be famous but today you a groupie
I put my pockets on stuff
Gucci on my belt
Louie on my feet
Prada erything else
I put my pockets on stuff
Sipping on Lean
You aint gettin money
Money like me
I put my pockets on stuff
Wat da fuck iz you doin
I get loot an put my pockets on stuff
I put my pockets on stuff
Wat the fuck iz you doin
I get loot n put my pockets on stuff
I get too much money for my pockets these days
I built a safe in my crib for me to lock it away
The first rule of Monopolee
Yo you gotta be paid
Credit score high
Property straight
Once you throw a few checks to my community chest
The bankers unda wing,
Give u loot invest
Dealin weight for the connect
So any case that you catch
We'll call in a few favors
Judge will close ya case
200 gees is GO paper
An still I treat it likes it NO paper
Make deals on note paper
You niggas don't kno paper
Aint no issues wit SHO-paper
Especially his show paper
I'm positioned for MO-paper
This aint no customizing the whip
Or trickin on hoe paper
You niggas get low-paper
Ya know, sell a bunch a records
An you still owe paper

Written by:
Gregory Hunter

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