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Pockets fat as fuck, my pockets full, yeah My pockets fat as fuck, my pockets full, yeah I parked the 'Rari outside, that bitch full, yeah Pockets fat as fuck, my pockets full, yeah I'm runnin' 'round-'round the trap, equip the tool, yeah I'm runnin' 'round-'round the trap, equip the tools, yeah I'm runnin' 'round-'round the trap, equip the tools, yeah Damn, she sweet, I'm like damn, she eat My pockets cheese, my pockets whole And we get geeked, make shorty fiend She on the street, she on the pole I said, "Ayy, let's go, ayy-ayy, let's go" Told her, "Ayy, let's go," told her, "Ayy, let's go" Okay, let's go, my money long, can't fold Ayy, let's go, until them pockets full My pockets fat, my pockets full My pockets fat, my pockets full My pockets fat, my pockets fat My pockets fat, my rocket fat My pockets full See trap house jump, see trap house go I cannot eat, that cannot be This LSD, Perc' got me sleep My pockets full, my pockets full From Letras Mania