I see you staring at my watch
And wondering what it cost
I see you staring at my chain
And wondering what it cost
I see you staring at my phone
And wondering what it cost
I see you staring at my jeans
And wondering what it cost
Pocket watching me?
Stop pocket watching me!
Stop pocket watching me!
Busy, nigga, busy, got that bitch like chandelier
60 thousand cash, I had to put it in my ear
They hit all the shit, they light the future, this all year(?)
Find that bag o’cash, I’m bout to take off in a lift
Talk to Lamborghini, what you doin’ round foreign?
Flying in a motherfucker, fresh like Michael Jordan
Come and flow with me, you know we ridin’ on a profit
I burn that bitch 50 cent, my friend Vikol is a (???)
I talk to my jealous brothers or vuzellas
Tho thousand for the jeans I’m wearing
Man, you cannot find them
Thick chains around me, how low they go?
Pocket watching the young nigger who packing up kilo
Pocket watching me?
Stop pocket watching me!
Stop pocket watching me!
You wonder what that Bentley cost
You know it cost a ticket
Keep worrying bout some real nigga
Hop up on some bitches
Keep worrying bout these riches,
You gon’ end up with some stitches
You can’t hit another baller
So mind your business
Chainz on with a tank
Think I’m Mr. T
Worry on the ghosts in the hood
So you’ll notice me
Fuck that bitch a finna purse
Then I fuck that ho to sleep
I always run for adverse and the drugs
Out here in the street
Stop trap watching me, nigga
You can make half the money I make
Stop swagger watching me,
Cause this shirt I got make 3k
Stop wheel watching me,
Cause I switch cars everyday
Stop piper watching me
Cause I live on 50 acres, no scrape!
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