Lyrics
(Stop counting my pockets)
Yeah, man
So, I'm hanging out with this little chicken head, right?
She started telling me about how much money I got
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
About this deal and that deal
You know, all up in mine
I ain't got time
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
I'm a hundred million dollar nigga
With this gin and juice, play another eight figures
You can add it up 'til you get mad enough
Swing, swing batted up, nigga, I ain't had enough
I'm on it, doggonit
Death Row Records, yeah, nigga, I own it
Huh, I got grip to get
'Cause what you eat don't make me shit
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
It's crazy, man
Why you in mine?
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
I mean, we got everything moving now
Death Row games, Death Row pictures, Death Row cannabis
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Yeah, it's a Death Row takeover, yeah
Quit watching mine
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
See, because I ain't got nothing for you bitch
Bitch, stop counting my pockets (bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Bitch, stop counting my pockets
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets) yeah
Bitch, stop counting my pockets (bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Bitch, stop counting my pockets
(Bitch, stop counting my pockets)
Bitch, stop counting my pockets