{Intro:Cory Lyons}

Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day

Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place

Its ironic just how it work when they see paper flowing in I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in

{Chorus: Cameron Lyons}

Pockets fat, Rick Ross

Pockets fat, Rick Ross

Pockets fat, Rick Ross

Pockets fat, Rick Ross

I was born to make it happen

Born to make it rain

Born to get this money and I'm born to get this fame

I ain't never been no punk i ain't never been no lame

Throw your hands in the air if you people feel the same

{Verse 1: Cameron Lyons}

I be P.A.R.T.Y.I.N.G

I don't even know what the waitress sent me

Drink it (Drink it) Drink it (Drink It)

Drink it up until it's empty

See me in the back of the back of the club

V.I.P we drunk as fuck

No limousine we 15 deep

3 Escalade double XL seats we on (We on)

You can tell by the way im leaning

White girls all on my *woah woah*

Black girls all on my *woah woah*

Get like me you'll keep on dreaming

Is you hating for a reason

We can take it outside (we can take it outside)

But I'mma keep on drinking

We gon Chug (Chug chug chug)

White folks chug, black folks chug

Everybody get a shot in the air

Drink it down

Kicking back like a hackie sack

I'm the man imagine that

Pulling all these hoes like a rabbit out a hat

Just a matter of the time and the bat is all bat

Rap (rap rap rap)

All i do is drink and rap

Every time i get drunk

It be 8 Ft

I'm gon freaking snap (snap)

Ice in the drink on cold

Probably shouldn't drink no more

But my out of town friends said their only here for the night

So I'm getting gone

{Chorus 2: Cameron Lyons}

(Woop woop woop woop woop x26)

{Verse:2 Cory Lyons)

Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day

Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place

Its ironic just how it works when they see paper flowing in

I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in

Now go and lose control

Have you seeing things you ain't never seen before

Used to mop the floor

But now i got people mopping my building

That's how it goes

I'm on a mission detonating in 4-3-2-1

I'm on (I'm on I'm on on)

Now drop it low (Low)

Gon and scrub the ground

Broke your heel she don't care

Keep it going bare

Now reach the sky and go crazy like nobody cares

Leave them trembling, goose bumps they everywhere

Take you to another level

I ain't never coming down cause I'm higher than a boeing stearman

If you really want to protest bout me

Shit go head but I'm lost in the wind man

You can't tell me nothing, I'm on my grown man

We tryna ball while you lames holding hands

{Chorus 3: Cameron Lyons}

Pockets fat

Pockets fat, Rick ross

Pockets fat, Rick ross

Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Rick Ross