Pocket Full of Money

BYLUG, yae yae

[Verse 1: Kid]
I'm from the city of the killers and thugs
It's so much dirt up on this Michigan glove
Swimming like fishes in blood
If you talk about the D you better mention the LUG
And if you make the wrong move you getting hit with slugs
Niggas out there fishing for love
I'd rather be on boss shit, sitting back, sipping Cris in the club
Tell a bitch come through and baby kill it with hugs
It's mink on the floor so she let me hit on the rug
Was a bad ass nigga used to piss in the tub
Found out he was bitch now ain't no feelings for cuz
Hoes finding me appealing because
Bitches love a real nigga and I'm a real nigga still hit the slums
Still with the ones from back then back in the coupe
Hopped out, seen Young, slapped hands and acting was proof [?]
Really do it we ain't just yapping like you
Action Impact, I hit that to practice to shoot
Back in the booth, the facts and the truth, laughing at you
Yo bitch gave me back rubs I smashed a masseuse
I had a passion to hoop now I'm passing in coupes
On a path for the loot
Real nigga, I'm the last of a few
Knife on the K, I can stab it and shoot
You niggas sweeter than a basket of fruit
Look, and I be on that other shit that ride for my brother shit
And if you think this bitch bad, dog this just another bitch
Niggas hating, suck a dick before I finger fuck the clip
'Gamo on the buckle bitch, got damn this sucka rich
Shit I don't tolerate, guns say what I gotta say
Squares in yo circle man all you niggas out of shape
You of place if you cross the line
So don't be crossing mines, cross the line, guarantee I off the 9
Say you a boss then why a boss in line?
You just a boss in mind, bosses shine, boy and I'm the boss of mine
"Call in line", what I tell bitches
Fuck with a boss kinda hard now they looking stale bitches
Nail niggas with the hammer if they bad with grammar
Yo bitch horny since a kid she been bad with Santa
I'm in Atlanta at the hip hop awards
Versace Velour, white buffs they probably was yours
Favorite rapper 2Pac Shakur
One white bitch and a chocolate bitch I'm about to smash like S'mores
I ain't done I'm about to give you some more
Good God, galore presidential shit like Al Gore
Balling like a power forward, you can call me Garnett
Soon as I hit the door, I'm asking where the bar at
You talking all that shit but nigga where yo heart at?
Play tough then we outside nigga where yo car at?
Too many bitch niggas I don't know where to start at
Too many bitch niggas I don't know where to start at
Nigga it's K-I-D and I'll beat yo ass
And my bitch will beat yo bitch ass like Laila Ali
Nigga owe up better pay my fee
Or I'm shooting that bitch like A.I be
Pay, I see they can't fuck with us
Without a game plan we balling hard no huddle ups
Two .40 cal's on me nigga I don't knuckle up
And niggas talking down but them niggas know what's up with us
They stuck with us, we run the city and that's that
These ain't bubble gum rhymes it's that real Detroit rap
And I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny

[Hook x8]
I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny