Pocket Got a Pocket - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm lit, I'm on my own highway

[?] own house, I'm on my own house

I'm on my own lane, I'm own my—, ah

I'm on my own lane, fuck it, I'm on my own highway

I love my—, eugh, yeah, she got the best body

I got the car kickin', this shit look lil' exotic

I got the best Molly, but this shit out of pocket

My pockets got a pocket, I like it a little bit with toxic

I love how Margielas, fuck designer

They want me to turn into dollar signs, you tarted just like dollar sign

I'm runnin' around with a body high

I want girls with the diamonds on the outline, augh

Got rich for the diamonds on the outside

Slidin' this bitch, do a drive by

This shit finna happend, just look at the time

Sellin' the Addy, might change your life

Leavin' the stu' on the way to a flight

Maybach the caddy pick it up, I'm on the way to pick up my cup

Take a shot, you miss

Take two of your wish

I'ma give this bag a kiss, and drive this Pegasus

We know this money is dead, I bring it back like the Exorcist

Big body's got me boujee, I spend five racks at the dentist

I feel like Tunechi, matter fact, I'm like Bruce Lee

Just cut off, fuck the shoe ink, ten racks, I just got payed too

You stuck inside the mace up, just keep up with the faith

Just kick 'em in the face, berettas and bouquets, augh