Pocket Full Lyrics - Tell Ya Friends - Chip Tha Ripper

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of G's (OKAY) 

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's 

Ay we gon do it like dis 

Nawl we gon do it like dis 

Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish(like fish) 

Nope I'on got stacks on deck 

Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck 

N the middle of the club with my hands n da er 

N da vip coo with all da hoes down sters 

I'on make bank rolls I roll banks 

N my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks 

I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck 

Wen I ride thru ya city an I pick up bucks yup yup 

I keep everything chill ova here 

I'm not chip tha rip I'm chip tha fridgerear(bbuurr) 

Yea I'm da coldest with da flow 

Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road(yea) 

Wen I'm n da club take a look at me 

You can see da money n me I'm a certified G 

TELL'EM AKON 

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So throw yo hands n da sky nigga 

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga 

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga 

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga 

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY) 

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP) 

I'on be on ganster shit(WHY) 

Cause niggaz ain't really gansters yet 

I'm runnin where I stay yea dats clear 

Where da pussy boyz at call me mr. pap smear 

Niggaz think day all big an strong out here 

Naw dats da alcohol had one to many beers 

Soon as ya sober up tough man scared 

Den wen I pull out tha pump tough man disappear 

Niggaz is insacure naw not me doe 

I sing ta da money call me bobby valetino 

All I wanna do is see my first huned grand 

I'm not a business man I'm a BUSINESS MAN 

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So throw yo hands n da sky nigga 

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga 

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga 

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga 

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY) 

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP) 

Call me da fuckin whip 

I make a fuckin grip 

I take deez hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip 

I get dat money baby I'on need no wallet 

Shhit my money barely fit n side of my little pockets 

My shades skin an pradas 

I fuckin thin an got us 

You put up a shot an I will block it call me BEN WALLACE 

My jeans scream yea I walk around with a bundle 

You see my candy whip drippin n jolly rancha puddles(yea) 

I call my nigga shh fa da high dro 

Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do' 

I do wat I does I does wat I do 

Call me grenade man man curplunk I blew 

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga 

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga 

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga 

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga 

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY) 

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP) 

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga 

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga 

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga 

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga 

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY) 

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP)