Pockets Up

[Pre-Hook]
I got my pockets up
These rockets going up
We high like paper planes
And all I hear her saying

[Verse]
Yea that my lady
That my baby
Drive Mercedes
Conversating
Got no patience
Always talk about vacation
Yea, she wanna hit Atlanta
I'm just sippin' dirty Fanta
Listening to all of her fantasies-sies
I be like she all I see, see
But she wanna be wit'
A nigga who pockets deep and
I won't go off the deep end
Maybe I'll see her this weekend
Finessing, I'm stressing to be with
The upper echelon
'Cause that just what she on
I'm knowin' what she want
She want a nigga too
But I'm broke so what I do
Hustle, get the loot
Stick 'em up
Give me the loot, like

[Hook]
I got my pockets up
These rockets going up
We high like paper planes
And all I hear her saying
Get ya pockets up
Better get ya pockets up
Get off that couch
If you was real and get yo' pockets up
You don't wanna roll with the thugs
Get high always rolling a blunt
Better get yo' pockets up
Now get yo' pockets up
Get off that couch
If you was real and get yo' pockets up
Gotta get yo' pockets up
Betta get yo' pockets up

[Verse 2]
If she wanna know me
Gotta have a good head on her shoulders
Only talk about relation low key
But, we can be like Jay-Z
And Beyoncé
Really on a team
See, smoking and living in my dream
She helpin' me to achieve
We could see what it gonna be
You, you just ain't gonna be (What?)
Having criteria
Crying to media
Fuck all the social
Social gathering
Ain't what's happening
Hate what's happening
But we try again
And we try again
Work from being friends
Up to holding hands
Maybe it in marriage
Maybe it in marriage
Singing baby carriage
What she even care when
Her pockets downs
She not locking down
She still looking up
She still looking up
Singles on Tinder
My offer rescinded
I'm sorry
No hardly
I'm working, for certain
They pulling the curtain
My time almost up
I'm still trying to fuck, like

[Hook]