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'Cause I need all that, yeah Empty out your pockets
Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag Get high then my memory gone, I been hurtin' I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin' Count big knots, look like yellow pages
I run it like a race, get in the way Brodie got the aim to blow you away The next day you in the newspaper on the front page Prayin' for forgiveness 'cause it happened on a Sunday Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag I just bought a bike, catch me Doin' wheelies in the backstreet Like I'm from where Meek Mill be Put the dead in dead serious You try me, then you will bleed On my wrist it's an icy, no it ain't melting Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam) Everybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (Please) So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself I bet you never felt this pain I felt When mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell That's when G-Money hit my cell Next day would've fucked up and ended up in a cell Oh Hell (fucked up and ended up in a cell) Oh Hell (ended up in a cell, yeah, yeah, uh)
Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag Get high then my memory gone, I been hurtin' I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin' Count big knots, look like yellow pages
Letra de Empty Out Your Pockets
'Cause I need all that, yeah Empty out your pockets
Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag Get high then my memory gone, I been hurtin' I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin' Count big knots, look like yellow pages
I run it like a race, get in the way Brodie got the aim to blow you away The next day you in the newspaper on the front page Prayin' for forgiveness 'cause it happened on a Sunday Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag I just bought a bike, catch me Doin' wheelies in the backstreet Like I'm from where Meek Mill be Put the dead in dead serious You try me, then you will bleed On my wrist it's an icy, no it ain't melting Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam) Everybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (Please) So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself I bet you never felt this pain I felt When mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell That's when G-Money hit my cell Next day would've fucked up and ended up in a cell Oh Hell (fucked up and ended up in a cell) Oh Hell (ended up in a cell, yeah, yeah, uh)
Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag Get high then my memory gone, I been hurtin' I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin' Count big knots, look like yellow pages