'Cause I need all that, yeahEmpty out your pocketsEmpty out your pockets, I need all thatI get the millions, then I fall backNiggas chameleons, they'll change for some changeThe days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fameLouis Vuitton, I'm in my bagGet high then my memory gone, I been hurtin'I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin'Count big knots, look like yellow pagesI run it like a race, get in the wayBrodie got the aim to blow you awayThe next day you in the newspaper on thе front pagePrayin' for forgiveness 'causе it happened on a SundayBack to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sagI just bought a bike, catch medoin' wheelies in the backstreetLike I'm from where Meek Mill bePut the dead in dead seriousyou try me, then you will bleedOn my wrist it's an icy, no it ain't meltingTurn 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 myselfI bet you never felt this pain I feltWhen mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hellThat's when G-Money hit my cellNext day would've fucked up and ended up in a cellOh Hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)Oh Hell (Ended up in a cell; yeah, yeah, uh)Empty out your pockets, I need all thatI get the millions, then I fall backNiggas chameleons, they'll change for some changeThe days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fameLouis Vuitton, I'm in my bagGet high then my memory gone, I been hurtin'I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin'Count big knots, look like yellow pages
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'Cause I need all that, yeah
Empty out your pockets
Empty out your 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 been hurtin'
I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin'
Count 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 thе front page
Prayin' for forgiveness 'causе 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 bleed
On my wrist it's an icy, no it ain't melting
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
I bet you never felt this pain I felt
When mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell
That's when G-Money hit my cell
Next day would've fucked up and ended up in a cell
Oh Hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)
Oh Hell (Ended up in a cell; yeah, yeah, uh)
Empty out your 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 been hurtin'
I ride like electric guitars, I be ragin'
Count big knots, look like yellow pages
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