Empty Out Your Pockets

Empty out yo' pockets, I need all that, yeah-yeah

G-Money said, "We need all the money, man"

Pennies and all that

With G-Money, if I don't care if he got a million in all pennies

I'ma be countin' Abe Lincolns all day

Yeah, yeah, uh, empty out yo' pockets, I need all that

I get the millions, then I fall back

Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change

The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame

Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag

Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'

I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'

Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages

I run it like a race, get in the way, brodie got the aim

To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper on the front page

Prayin' for forgiveness 'cause it happened on a Sunday

Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag

I just bought a bike, catch me doin' wheelies in the backstreet

Like I'm from where Meek Mill be

Put the "dead" in dead serious, you try me, then you will be

On my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't meltin'

Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (gleam)

Everybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (please)

So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself (self)

I bet you never felt this pain I felt

When mom ain't had no money and 'em bills brought hell

That's when G-Money hit my cell

Next day, woulda fucked up and ended up in a cell

Uh, oh, hell (fucked up and ended up in a cell)

Oh, hell

Yeah, yeah, uh (ended up in a cell), empty out yo' pockets, I need all that

I get the millions, then I fall back

Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change

The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame

Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag

Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'

I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'

Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages