Lil Kayla Make His Pockets Hurt
Intro]
Make his pockets hurt (HerbMadeThisBeat)
If the nigga wanna hit it, make that nigga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Lil Kayla, what's up?)
Attention, attention
This ain't for you nine-to-five niggas or you nine-to-
five bitches
This one right here for all my ratchet ass bitches
This for the bippers and killers, pimps and hoes
And my bitches who hit the blade and the dough
We ain't goin' for none of that shit this summer
We turnin' up on all these niggas
[Verse 1]
Let me see you hit your pockets for a stack, nigga
If you wanna get this pussy from the back, nigga
Make a bitch run like my favorite sport was track,
nigga
Tied, just did this pony, better not touch a track, nigga
Wanna hit it off a Perc, well, I'm off two
Put that energy to work, show me what that mouth do
I just came to get my nut off, I don't wanna talk
And I'm really gettin' thick, I can feel it in my walk
Hood freak bitch what a nigga love
I'm the type to make a nigga choose up
Had a nigga spendin' all his lil' bucks
And eatin' pussy like he can't get enough
I hate broke ass niggas in the club (I do)
Tryna flex, but they can't even show a dub (They
can't)
I'm on my TLC shit, don't want no scrub (I don't)
I tell him spend that shit, spend that shit, nigga
[Chorus]
Make his pockets hurt
If the nigga wanna hit it, make that nigga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the nigga wanna hit it, make that nigga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, bitch)
[Verse 2]
Where them gettin' money niggas who be bippin'?
(Who be bippin')
They either be in Chinatown or the city (Or the city)
Or where them fly ass niggas who be pimpin'? (Who
be pimpin')
They probably on the blade lookin' for some bitches
Word around town, all them nigga be in Richmond
Hit the pussy once, then I bet he be addicted
And I know some ratchet ass hoes who be strippin'
All about a dollar, gotta pay to see them titties
Now where my bitches who be boostin' out the mall?
We hit the door on they ass and take it all
It ain't a hit until you make it to the car
I called up Max, hit the spot, and drop it off
Then I make his pockets hurt
His baby mama look just like dirt
He want a quickie in the whip, so you know I did my
shit
And now his nut all on his shirt, ugh
