CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Reach in Yo Pocket
Damn E this a cla**ic
Reach in yo pocket, ain't a dollar in that b*t*h
You tryna?prove?you gettin money?but you down on yo d**k
Prolly?cuz you gettin high with every dollar that you get
Need to chill the f**k out, lil boy you ain't rich
Yea i see you on instagram, in yo lil whip
A month later see him riding pa**enger with his b*t*h
Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? n***a
But this sh*t was only two fifty a month n***a
Out a three-five how you make seven blunts n***a?
Every other day you asking dude for a front n***a
Just cuz it came in that pack don't mean it's runtz n***a
Droppin checks and gettin iphone's all at once n***a
Before the b*t*h was f**king with me she was basic
You let the hoes get into yo head now you hating
Turnt that lil b*t*h from a zero to amazing
Luckily that n***a had God with him when I grazed him
Yeah that's yo b*t*h, but she d**k suckin me
That n***a think he doin something, he got his first designer sneaks
On top of that, yea i see he got his first designer tee
But he ain't complete the fit, he got on 50 dollar jeans
Yea I see a double cup, but he sippin on green
Dog just wanna be cool cuz he see other n***a's drinking lean
We spendin thousands on this sh*t, it ain't what it seems
You shoulda stayed in high school played football and chased yo dreams
Cup got me thinking n***a's wanna be some b*t*hes
Po'd up in the club like a bunch of women
Popped a perc, flip the scene leave his fate end up missing
Spin around the block again just in case I leave a witness
Give me all five twelves, I don't want two fifty sixes
B*t*h leave yo two cents to yoself, cuz I won't listen
Coulda went and scooped a dub in the morning I was slipping
Every time I walk in metro with a bag they know I'm flipping
(So Good)
Reach in yo pocket, ain't a dollar in that b*t*h
You tryna?prove?you gettin money?but you down on yo d**k
Prolly?cuz you gettin high with every dollar that you get
Need to chill the f**k out, lil boy you ain't rich
Yea i see you on instagram, in yo lil whip
A month later see him riding pa**enger with his b*t*h
Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? n***a
But this sh*t was only two fifty a month n***a
Out a three-five how you make seven blunts n***a?
Every other day you asking dude for a front n***a
Just cuz it came in that pack don't mean it's runtz n***a
Droppin checks and gettin iphone's all at once n***a
Before the b*t*h was f**king with me she was basic
You let the hoes get into yo head now you hating
Turnt that lil b*t*h from a zero to amazing
Luckily that n***a had God with him when I grazed him
Yeah that's yo b*t*h, but she d**k suckin me
That n***a think he doin something, he got his first designer sneaks
On top of that, yea i see he got his first designer tee
But he ain't complete the fit, he got on 50 dollar jeans
Yea I see a double cup, but he sippin on green
Dog just wanna be cool cuz he see other n***a's drinking lean
We spendin thousands on this sh*t, it ain't what it seems
You shoulda stayed in high school played football and chased yo dreams
Cup got me thinking n***a's wanna be some b*t*hes
Po'd up in the club like a bunch of women
Popped a perc, flip the scene leave his fate end up missing
Spin around the block again just in case I leave a witness
Give me all five twelves, I don't want two fifty sixes
B*t*h leave yo two cents to yoself, cuz I won't listen
Coulda went and scooped a dub in the morning I was slipping
Every time I walk in metro with a bag they know I'm flipping
(So Good)
