Текст песни Put It in My Pocket - Jurnalist

But I say what, they can take off them GoGo boots
And put on the O Go boots
And shake they ass till they thong come loose
Call P.I.M.P me
Put it in my pocket!

I'ma show you that the boy is the man
I call the shots
The who
The what
The when
I'm getting band after band after band
Them hunnids on hunnids is prolly why they mad
Your favorite rapper I done turned them to a Stan
I'm in the club just to go n get the bag
Keep the sparkles bring the bottles to back
Real niggas don't need attention that's wack

I came here for one reason the cash right
She leave wit me her proportions gotta be outta sight
Crack her shell for her cream now that's a Klondike
A pretty face brown skin no weave it's on sight

I Kick Player shit...
Peeling paper
I get it in swisher stuffed with something flavored
From a dream to a dollar now I'm major
Now who'd of thought I'd get a statement for a statement

Fucking up these commas when I got up on my boss shit
Niggas steady talking I just rather go n get it
Put it in the bank call it switching phone digits
3 commas club I've been eyeing for a minute

Like
Run it up
Run it up
Paper on the wire paper if you hit a nigga up
Money talk nigga I done prolly said enough
But if a dollars to be made then I'm tryna get a cut

If a Bitch dont feel you
Nigga she gone peel you
And thats real MF talk
I bet im gone wear the right clothes
And get chose with my mouth closed
When I mack a bitch
Just to mack her 10 men
Aint a
Mf nigga gone say nothing fly again
Im a professional mf sucker ducker!
Thats why im a pimp and a gangster.

All game is how I give it to'em
Fluorescent sprite
I call it Benny Boom
I'm in the city I've been gone for minute
Spilled a little blood had the blues I ain't cripping man

Money motivated guess I'm Money Driven
Killing every song guess that's why you feel the spirit
If it ain't that player shit then you know I ain't tryna hear it...
Fake rap niggas they can be the weirdest

No hype needed this is great promotion
N I'ma run the game from the Bronx back to Oakland
I Got it covered in this bitch I ain't taking Trojans
Northridge player yea you know that's where I post up

Eight one ocho(818) mass producing the coco
Yea I made a wave that's why I'm bringing a boatload
Green leaf Vega wrap it backwards it burns slow
Add a O to my check not my name yo

On the real though
What it hitting fo'
I've been getting paper since they did the heel toe
Counting dirty dollars
Bitch I'm tryna eat
So you know I'm in these streets
If it moves I need a piece

Like
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Like
Paper on the wire paper if you hit a player up
Money talk nigga I done prolly said enough
But if a dollars to be made then I'm tryna get a cut