Master of Ceremony & iDrop - in my pocket (iDrop)

Okay, I'm floatin' like an iceberg, flowin' through the ocean
Chillin' with the homies, every bar is fuckin' frozen
Colder than Antarctica, the temperature makes no sense
Thermometer is broken, bars are colder than the lowest

Numbers on thermometers, speedometer is reachin' max capacity
You had to see the masterpiece that I created
Brain is like it's automated, had to take a flight to Vegas
Lakers versus Warriors, the Lakers lost cause Thompson made it

Sorry baby, now I'm faded, walkin' round the towns of Vegas
Naked ladies pull up on me like I'm famous
Nostradamus, Nostradamus got a promise
Mama, I'ma gain my knowledge, not through college, but from writin' raps, money to deposit

Yeah, money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket
Yeah, money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket

(Yeah, yeah)
I'm chillin' with Benjamin and I'm chillin' with Abraham
They my best friends, yeah they got me this sweater, man
Jacket made of leather, I'm so sorry for cows
But when I wear them out, I be feelin' so proud

Yeah, I got me Versace, I know my money, it got me
I wear them out and the honeys, stickin' around me like honey
You heard me buzzin' like bees, I be out in these streets
I be sellin' CDs for you and homies to hear me

Now producer is T, I know who I'm gon' be
If I didn't know better, I'd wish for calm or relief
Release,
me from this fuckin' cage that I'm in
I'm forgotten in the attic and I'm left with the bins
Got my debit card on me so I got,

Money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket
Yeah, money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket

Yeah, money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket
Yeah, money to deposit
Money in my wallet, got it in my pocket

Written by:
Isaac Morin, Travis Reed

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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