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)