Teejayx6 - Reach in Yo Pocket lyrics
[Teejayx6 - Reach in Yo Pocket lyrics]
Damn E this a classic
Reach in yo pocket
Ain't a dollar in that bitch
You tryna prove you gettin money but you
Down on yo dick
Prolly cuz you gettin high with every
Dollar that you get
Need to chill the fuck out
Lil boy you ain't rich
Yea i see you on instagram, in yo lil whip
A month later see him riding
Passenger with his bitch
Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? nigga
But this shit was only two
Fifty a month nigga out a three-five how you
Make seven blunts nigga?
Every other day you asking dude
For a front nigga
Just cuz it came in that pack
Don't mean it's runtz nigga
Droppin checks and gettin iphone's
All at once nigga
Before the bitch was fucking with
Me she was basic you let the hoes get into
Yo head now you hating
Turnt that lil bitch from a zero to amazing
Luckily that nigga had God with
Him when I grazed him
Yeah that's yo bitch, but she dick suckin me
That nigga 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 nigga's drinking lean
We spendin thousands on this shit
It ain't what it seems
You shoulda stayed in high school played
Football and chased yo dreams
Cup got me thinking nigga's
Wanna be some bitches
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
Bitch 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 bitch
You tryna prove you gettin money but you
Down on yo dick
Prolly cuz you gettin high with every
Dollar that you get
Need to chill the fuck out
Lil boy you ain't rich
Yea i see you on instagram, in yo lil whip
A month later see him riding
Passenger with his bitch
Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? nigga
But this shit was only two
Fifty a month nigga out a three-five how you
Make seven blunts nigga?
Every other day you asking dude
For a front nigga
Just cuz it came in that pack
Don't mean it's runtz nigga
Droppin checks and gettin iphone's
All at once nigga
Before the bitch was fucking with
Me she was basic you let the hoes get into
Yo head now you hating
Turnt that lil bitch from a zero to amazing
Luckily that nigga had God with
Him when I grazed him
Yeah that's yo bitch, but she dick suckin me
That nigga 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 nigga's drinking lean
We spendin thousands on this shit
It ain't what it seems
You shoulda stayed in high school played
Football and chased yo dreams
Cup got me thinking nigga's
Wanna be some bitches
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
Bitch 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)