Stop Counting My Poccets
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Yeah, man
So I'm hanging out with this little chicken head, right?
She started telling me about how much money I got
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
About this deal and that deal
You know, all up in mine
I ain't got time
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
I'm a $100 million nigga with this gin and juice
Play another eight figures
You can add it up till you get mad enough
Swing, swing batted up, nigga
I ain't had enough
I'm on it, doggonit
Death Row Records, yeah, nigga, I own it
Huh, I got grip to get
'Cause what you eat don't make me shit
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
It's crazy, man
Why you in mine?
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
I mean, we got everything moving now
Death Row games, Death Row pictures, Death Row cannabis
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Yeah, it's a Death Row takeover (Yeah, yeah)
Quit watching mine
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
See, because I ain't got nothing for you bitch
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
