Make His Pockets Hurt

Make his pockets hurt (HerbMadeThisBeat)

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Lil Kayla, what's up?)

Attention, attention

This ain't for you nine-to-five n!ggas or you nine-to-five b!tches

This one right here for all my ratchet a$s b!tches

This for the bippers and killers, pimps and h0es

And my b!tches who hit the blade and the dough

We ain't goin' for none of that sh!t this summer

We turnin' up on all these n!ggas

Let me see you hit your pockets for a stack, n!gga

If you wanna get this pu$$y from the back, n!gga

Make a b!tch run like my favorite sport was track, n!gga

Tied, just did this pony, better not touch a track, n!gga

Wanna hit it off a Perc, well, I'm off two

Put that energy to work, show me what that mouth do

I just came to get my nut off, I don't wanna talk

And I'm really gettin' thick, I can feel it in my walk

Hood freak b!tch what a n!gga love

I'm the type to make a n!gga choose up

Had a nigga spendin' all his lil' bucks

And eatin' pu$$y like he can't get enough

I hate broke a$s n!ggas in the club (I do)

Tryna flex, but they can't even show a dub (They can't)

I'm on my TLC sh!t, don't want no scrub (I don't)

I tell him spend that sh!t, spend that sh!t, n!gga

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)

Where them gettin' money n!ggas who be bippin'? (Who be bippin')

They either be in Chinatown or the city (Or the city)

Or where them fly ass n!ggas who be pimpin'? (Who be pimpin')

They probably on the blade lookin' for some b!tches

Word around town, all them n!gga be in Richmond

Hit the pu$$y once, then I bet he be addicted

And I know some ratchet a$s h0es who be strippin'

All about a dollar, gotta pay to see them titties

Now where my b!tches who be boostin' out the mall?

We hit the door on they a$s and take it all

It ain't a hit until you make it to the car

I called up Max, hit the spot, and drop it off

Then I make his pockets hurt

His baby mama look just like dirt

He want a quickie in the whip, so you know I did my sh!t

And now his nut all on his shirt, ugh

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)

Make his pockets hurt

If the n!gga wanna hit it, make that n!gga spend it

Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b!tch)