Clyde Carson - Outta Pocket lyrics

Yeah I put the top down on my brand new B
Top notch on my job
I’m just a young fly nigga out here on D
You can hear me coming out my block
Another day another dollar
Hit me we can holla
For some paper I’ll be on time
Harder ladies swear to God they
In love with me
But nigga I don’t pay that shit no mind
I just go maniac or stu
Stu don’t believe in cuban
Got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say
Time we hit the stay
Yeah they lose it all my bumpers
So I bump it and I
Then I lose I taught a class with
The game in the the husslers handbook
Still been a long time, come and same cooks
Still rock it with the whole fam same crooks
Dedicated to follow the play book

Alabams fuck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams fuck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket been down the block
Straight up and down nigga keep a six o’clock
Leanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of
Space with the shit man
I’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the
Bitch don’t stop get it, get it
Real nigga out the mother fucker rich
It’s me, problem and Carson, beg you pardon
So much paper I’ll be all in the margin
Flow butter no margerine, uh
Beg yellow one margine
Bet dark all in the car with me and my
Niggas we so dope you could snored it
Ballin, no you can’t afford it, real shit
Make sure you record it
Coming bout some bullshit I might ‘ford it
All my homies hangin and
Shinin like an ornament

Alabams fuck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams fuck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
Yeah, all the clyde that you in
This crackin define it
Decides and let a nigga win
So fuck it I’ma turn up
If your whole body tat it lift your shirt up
And show you suckers what you claim
And Jack spend thirty last night
Fuck it I could make it back
What? in Miami with them bad hoes
Still catch me in the ghetto
With them mad hoes
Fuckin the shit out em, dice rollin
Baddin on bur, he buckin the shit out em
2 steppin with my holy mollie
Got me feelin thugish
But nigga I ain’t that high
Don’t be ask me with my plug is
Now they gonna go to wild
West what’s the hoe that
See the busters in the game pick
Em out like the a fronac
And do em like a dealer and pull that card
Stop gasin these niggas like you do them cars
Step stuckin shit

Alabams fuck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams fuck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money
Bitch you outta pocket