Shawty Lo - Pocket Full of Money lyrics

Everyone I know
They just want something from me
(What they want
Shawty Lo?) I got a pocket full of money
Everybody know I move unit's through the city
They ink ain't dry and
I'm still sitting pretty
Been had fetty since the '94 summer
A decade later and I'm still doing numbers
Young CEO, King Lo is what they call me
I still fuck around, if you want them
Then call me and say, nigga
Don't talk reckless on my phone
You know it's bugs and leeches so
Don't need the dial tone
And nope, nigga, I don't play like that
Seventeen for the things and
They don't like that i'm still on the grind
Niggas know it's my time
This the rare wrist game made
Me ahead of my time
I spin the fork with right
Lean the pot with the left
Glass recipe, compliments to the chef
Whoever knew I'd be usually inclined
I do my thing with the rap
But I'm sick with the grind
Forty-five for a nine, get the split for nine
And the prices don't jump
It's like that all the time

I got a pocket full of money
(What they want, Shawty?)

What's happening, what's up
What's really going izz-on?
These hoes leaning
And they slizzard off Patrizz-on
Hey, I see tonight is going digital
Nah, I don't smoke
But you know what the Skittle do
I pop, I roll, it's all, I know
It's the summer time
Baby and all this ice got me froze
I ain't gotta talk
Let my diamonds do the speaking
I like a lot of girls
But I love them Georgia peaches
Latina, Lebanese, Black, White
Or Puerto Rican money ain't a thing, man
I blow it every weekend
So what goes up, must come down
So when I throw it up
You know it's going dizz-own

I got a pocket full of money
(What they want, Shawty?)