[Intro: Sampled speech]

It's Gucci!

Catch Up!

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I got fat pockets

I don't like a wallet

I got fat pockets

Money in the closet

I got fat pockets

About three deposits

Hundred-fifty k

Haters can't stop it

Money and the power

Think I'm selling powder

Sipping drank, got me leaning

Like the Eiffel Tower

Money in the shower

Hundreds getting wet

Sell it to you wet

I'm all about a check

My pockets got the mumps like Professor Klump

Gucci on the run, put a shorty in a slump

I'm in the foreign, so the front, Yeah, that's where the trunk

And I'm so hood, park the 'rari, come back in a donk

(Catch up!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

See the battle of the bands in my fucking pants

Hundred grands worth of dead, old white man

Yellow Red, Drop-top, it's the redskins

Enough jewelry to make a young bitch's head spin

Haters mad, looking at me like "It's you again!"

And nigga its lonely at the top, but I can buy a friend

I got some twins in the back, think I'm a fly em in

And when they land, it's a movie or a drive-in

And I don't see these pussy niggas like a blind man

It's East Atlanta, but I nicknamed it The Crimeland

And my bank account pregnant from my right hand

And my crew get wasted like a Rock glass

[Chorus]

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Out with the bird, park on the curb

Still get paid on the first and the third

Splurge with an urge, goons on the go

Waiting on Gucci Mane just to give them the word

First 48, I killt the parking lot

Big blunts of kush I spark a lot

Offset forgs, they sticking out

Park that bitch in the 6 a lot

Hundreds in my pocket, they falling out

Every little week, I'm balling out

Top-drop, bay is falling down

On Pea-Tree Avenue I'm falling down

On pancakes, this rattle snake

Sliding round on a [?]

Like a hovercraft, giving autographs

Wish my gran' could see me now

Big Kid say he want to be me now

Tell the truth, I wanna be me too

Want a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view

My whole life should've been pay-per-view

Rock solid, make good profit

But I wish I had like ten pockets

Thugged out, then plugged in

I think I got like ten sockets

[Chorus]

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets

I got, I got fat pockets