Outta Pocket lyrics

Yeah I put the top down on my brand new B
Top notch on my job
I’m just a young fly n*gga out here on D
You can hear me coming out my block
Another day another dollar, hit me we can holla
For some paper I’ll be on time
Harder ladies swear to God they in love with me
But n*gga I don’t pay that sh*t no mind
I just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban
Got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stay
Yeah they lose it all my bumpers so I bump it and I
Then I lose I taught a class with the game in the the husslers handbook
Still been a long time, come and same cooks
Still rock it with the whole fam same crooks
Dedicated to follow the play book

[Hook]
Alabams f*ck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams f*ck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
Been down the block, straight up and down n*gga keep a six o’clock
Leanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of space with the sh*t man
I’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the b*tch don’t stop get it, get it
Real n*gga out the mother f*cker rich
It’s me, problem and Carson, beg you pardon
So much paper I’ll be all in the margin
Flow butter no margerine, uh, beg yellow one margine
Bet dark all in the car with me and my n*ggas we so dope you could snored it
Ballin, no you can’t afford it, real sh*t, make sure you record it
Coming bout some bullsh*t I might ‘ford it
All my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament
[Hook]
Alabams f*ck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams f*ck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
Yeah, all the clyde that you in
This crackin define it, decides and let a n*gga win
So f*ck it I’ma turn up
If your whole body tat it lift your shirt up
And show you suckers what you claim and Jack spend thirty last night
f*ck it I could make it back
What? in Miami with them bad hoes
Still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes
f*ckin the sh*t out em, dice rollin
Baddin on bur, he buckin the sh*t out em
2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish
But n*gga I ain’t that high, don’t be ask me with my plug is
Now they gonna go to wild west what’s the hoe that
See the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronac
And do em like a dealer and pull that card
Stop gasin these n*ggas like you do them cars
Step stuckin sh*t
[Hook]
Alabams f*ck a wallet
I want it, I got it, just being honest
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
Alabams f*ck a wallet
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket
If you ain’t gettin money b*tch you outta pocket