Pockets Get Fatter

[Hook] I’m runnin’ it up, yeah the bag gettin’ fatter, Countin’ this paper, it don’t even matter, Hop in the coupe and it climb like a ladder, Talkin’ too small while my money get louder. I’m movin’ too fast, they can’t follow the pattern, Bags in the back and they heavy, they scatter, If I want it now, then I get it, no chatter, Flexin’ too hard while they pockets get sadder. ⸻ [Verse 1] (32 bars) Drip when I step, I ain’t spillin’ no cup, Shorty keep starin’, she know what’s up, Ice on my neck and it’s cold like a bluff, Sayin’ they real but they never been tough. Hundreds on hundreds, I pile in the safe, Runnin’ these laps like I’m winnin’ a race, Hop on the jet just to switch up my place, Stars on the ceilin’, it look like the space. I’m doin’ the dash, I ain’t checkin’ the law, Money so long, I can’t carry it all, They prayin’ I fall, I ain’t trippin’ at all, My vision too clear, I can see through the fog. Every new move is a level I beat, Gold on my wrist while I’m slidin’ the street, She lovin’ the vibe, now she stuck in the seat, I’m stackin’ my wins, I don’t ever repeat. I’m livin’ it fast, but I’m never in debt, I’m playin’ the game like it’s all on a bet, If money the language, I’m speakin’ it best, I’m passin’ these rappers, I’m not even pressed. ⸻ [Verse 2] (32 bars) Came from the block where the sirens don’t sleep, Watchin’ my back ‘cause the jackers creep deep, Plates on the stove, we was cookin’ to eat, Now money legit but the hustle run steep. Moves in the night, I was stackin’ my pay, Dodgin’ the system, they lock us away, Kept me in cuffs, I got nothin’ to say, Came out the cell and went back to the play. Shots in the distance, they echo the pain, Brothers I lost got me goin’ insane, Blood on the pavement, it don’t wash with rain, I’m grindin’ for life, not for diamonds or fame. Flip after flip, it was all that I know, Duckin’ them charges, still servin’ the row, Had to move cautious, the reaper too close, Trustin’ nobody, my circle too froze. Money from hunger, I bled for my wins, Prayin’ at night but I livin’ in sins, Knew it was death or a cell for my kin, I doubled my hustle, won’t fold, won’t bend. Raised by the struggle, I turned to the grind, Lessons from pain keep on sharpenin’ mine, Talkin’ that tough but they never gon’ ride, I’m cut from a cloth that they never can find. ⸻ [Verse 3] (32 bars) Hunnids on hunnids, it’s foldin’ my jeans, They talkin’ online but they ghost at the scene, I’m livin’ the life that they see in a dream, Stay on my hustle, it’s sharper, it’s mean. I’m runnin’ it back, I don’t settle for less, Checks comin’ in and they leavin’ no stress, I’m flexin’ too hard, put the chain on my chest, They losin’ their breath while I’m passin’ the test. I’m movin’ in silence, I don’t gotta brag, But when I show up, it’s a Louis V bag, They tryna keep up, but they move with a lag, I’m first in the line while they stuck in the back. Hop in the Benz and it’s purrin’ too smooth, I’m breakin’ the rules, I got nothin’ to lose, She lovin’ my style, I got too many grooves, The money come fast, it just stick like a glue. I’m touchin’ the sky when I step off the plane, Drip like a storm when it come with the rain, Stackin’ my wins, I don’t need to explain, Boss of the bosses, remember the name. ⸻ [Hook] I’m runnin’ it up, yeah the bag gettin’ fatter, Countin’ this paper, it don’t even matter, Hop in the coupe and it climb like a ladder, Talkin’ too small while my money get louder. I’m movin’ too fast, they can’t follow the pattern, Bags in the back and they heavy, they scatter, If I want it now, then I get it, no chatter, Flexin’ too hard while they pockets get sadder. ⸻