Short Dawg - Money In My Pocket (Remix) (Feat Lil Wayne) Lyrics

Artist: Short Dawg (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Intro – Short Dawg]
Ay K!
I’m trying to see if she can go all the way to the top, you know what I’m sayin’?
And come down real slow like a tear or somethin’, haha
You know what I mean?
I know you feel me Fresh!

[Chorus – Short Dawg]
See I’m steppin’ out froze, Louis on my toes
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Now my stacks don’t fold, I got too much to hold
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

[Verse 1 – Short Dawg]
Now holla for a dollar, act strange for the change
That’s my nigga Gudda Gudda, yeah he came in the Range
My homie Mack Maine with the shades and the chains
And me I’m so fly, I swear I came in a plane then landed on a lot
Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop, you should chews like teeth
Fresh outfit boy, I came to shut it down
And it’s only gon’ be worn once like a wedding gown
Somebody tell the town Short Dawg’s in the annex
Pistol on my hip and I’ll pop it like a Xanex
Got the midgets trippin’ cause we got them hoes drippin’
You see I’m ballin’ like Jordan, boy you just a Scottie Pippen
Catch you slipping, then you better go and get ya boys
I get ’em murked, my money longer than extension cords
Tell them runts I got some game, I can sell ’em
I walk up on her, while she with them lames and I tell her

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, Tunechi in this bitch, Fresh watch me do it
Bitches know I ball, I go HAM, Cam Newton
Shorty on the pill, get this hoe some fluids
And if that bitch bad, I put her on my to-do-list
See I step up in this bitch like a gamma, get ya camera’s
Money on the table, bitch respect my table manners
Young Money the shit, did you get the memorandum?
And these other niggas think they fly, I’m finna land ’em
Haha, yeah, what you doing? I’m throwing money
They take too long with the ones, fuck it I’ll start throwing hundreds
Girl them niggas ain’t spending shit, they tippin’ on a budget
Man they pockets getting skinny, what that is? Jennifer Hudson, haa
Order a bottle and I drink it ’til its hollow
Man, my Coupe is a 2 seater so you bitches gotta follow
Now buss it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls
I got money in my pocket, got them hoes on poles

[Verse 3 – Short Dawg]
It’s young Elvis Freshly in a four door European
And the tint dark as coffee, a nigga feeling bossy
Pulling hoes like a tooth, and it’s hard to get ’em off me
I’m a Stunna like the CEO of Cash Money Records
The Louie V rag got me checkered, with the matching kicks
Grin at your chick, the syrup got me leaning like 10 after 6
Therefore I told her: “go on buss it open, go on buss it open”
They call me Short Dawg, but no I ain’t from Oakland
My money so tall that you gon’ have to climb it
If she know how to rewind it, trust me I’m gon’ change the climate
And then I get behind it like I’m tryna do the Heimlich
She heard that I be rhyming and I’m balling like Kurt Heinrich
She’s looking for some love, but over here she will not find it
So get down on your knees, you in the presence of Your Highness