Clyde Carson - Outta Pocket Lyrics
Yeah I put the top down on my brand new BTop notch on my job,I’m just a young fly nigga out here on DYou can hear me coming out my blockAnother day another dollar, hit me we can hollaFor some paper I’ll be on time,Harder ladies swear to God they in love with me,But nigga I don’t pay that shit no mind.I just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban,Got a ***** for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stayYeah they lose it all my bumpers so I bump it and IThen 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 ***** a wallet,I want it, I got it, just being honestIf you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocketOutta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket,Alabams ***** a wallet,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket.Been down the block, straight up and down nigga keep a six o’clockLeanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of space with the shit manI’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the ***** don’t stop get it, get itReal nigga out the mother *****er 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 margineBet dark all in the car with me and my niggas we so dope you could snored itBallin, no you can’t afford it, real shit, make sure you record it,Coming bout some bullshit I might ‘ford it,All my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament.[Hook]Alabams ***** a wallet,I want it, I got it, just being honestIf you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocketOutta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket,Alabams ***** a wallet,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket.Yeah, all the clyde that you in,This crackin define it, decides and let a nigga winSo ***** 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,***** it I could make it back,What? in Miami with them bad hoes,Still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes,*****in the shit out em, dice rollin,Baddin on bur, he buckin the shit out em,2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish,But nigga 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 thatSee the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronacAnd do em like a dealer and pull that card,Stop gasin these niggas like you do them cars,Step stuckin shit.[Hook]Alabams ***** a wallet,I want it, I got it, just being honestIf you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocketOutta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket,Alabams ***** a wallet,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket,If you ain’t gettin money ***** you outta pocket
