Ayy, I like how she do it She got four pockets in this bitch full
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
Bro done had some problems with his girl but now he treat her good
Ask him if he could, would he go back to the hood
He done lived another life And I done lived a couple more
Remember days when we went half on 'gars inside the store
I'ma let her run around the house Cause I be hella bored
Had to keep that same mindset when I was sleepin' on the floor
Damn, it wasn't like this all the time
She put money in the business even when I ain't have a dime
Had to go from racks to riches to support my bloodline
Had to get her out the trenches to sip on that kiwi lime
Folks be weird, but you keep your distance
Every time I took a L I know folks in my damn business
You cannot save everybody, leave folks in them damn trenches
Niggas then went federal I can't hang with no damn snitches
Make racks and I stack them bitches
When it's time to grind ain't on no drugs, I'm on a f*ckin' mission
Pills taste like a damn sickness
Pick my f*ckin' brother up he tellin' me his money trippin
Spark the wood and find a way You can't sit in your damn feelings
A lot of folk don' did him bad I see why he don't want no dealings
Had some thoughts about some better days when it ain't no more killings
Had some days I thought about Like, damn, what if this money missing
Told him how to pick it up and to this day that boy still listen
Keep my shorty well invested, might just buy another holster for another weapon
Keep it close and stay protected
Stack your funds and double check it
I don't even deal with no cash Unless I'm steady flexin
Money problems, bro, just text me
Ayy, She got four pockets in this bitch full
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
Lil ches - 4 Pockets Lyrics
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Ayy, I like how she do it She got four pockets in this bitch full
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
Bro done had some problems with his girl but now he treat her good
Ask him if he could, would he go back to the hood
He done lived another life And I done lived a couple more
Remember days when we went half on 'gars inside the store
I'ma let her run around the house Cause I be hella bored
Had to keep that same mindset when I was sleepin' on the floor
Damn, it wasn't like this all the time
She put money in the business even when I ain't have a dime
Had to go from racks to riches to support my bloodline
Had to get her out the trenches to sip on that kiwi lime
Folks be weird, but you keep your distance
Every time I took a L I know folks in my damn business
You cannot save everybody, leave folks in them damn trenches
Niggas then went federal I can't hang with no damn snitches
Make racks and I stack them bitches
When it's time to grind ain't on no drugs, I'm on a f*ckin' mission
Pills taste like a damn sickness
Pick my f*ckin' brother up he tellin' me his money trippin
Spark the wood and find a way You can't sit in your damn feelings
A lot of folk don' did him bad I see why he don't want no dealings
Had some thoughts about some better days when it ain't no more killings
Had some days I thought about Like, damn, what if this money missing
Told him how to pick it up and to this day that boy still listen
Keep my shorty well invested, might just buy another holster for another weapon
Keep it close and stay protected
Stack your funds and double check it
I don't even deal with no cash Unless I'm steady flexin
Money problems, bro, just text me
Ayy, She got four pockets in this bitch full
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
Bro done had some problems with his girl but now he treat her good
Ask him if he could, would he go back to the hood
He done lived another life And I done lived a couple more
Remember days when we went half on 'gars inside the store
I'ma let her run around the house Cause I be hella bored
Had to keep that same mindset when I was sleepin' on the floor
Damn, it wasn't like this all the time
She put money in the business even when I ain't have a dime
Had to go from racks to riches to support my bloodline
Had to get her out the trenches to sip on that kiwi lime
Folks be weird, but you keep your distance
Every time I took a L I know folks in my damn business
You cannot save everybody, leave folks in them damn trenches
Niggas then went federal I can't hang with no damn snitches
Make racks and I stack them bitches
When it's time to grind ain't on no drugs, I'm on a f*ckin' mission
Pills taste like a damn sickness
Pick my f*ckin' brother up he tellin' me his money trippin
Spark the wood and find a way You can't sit in your damn feelings
A lot of folk don' did him bad I see why he don't want no dealings
Had some thoughts about some better days when it ain't no more killings
Had some days I thought about Like, damn, what if this money missing
Told him how to pick it up and to this day that boy still listen
Keep my shorty well invested, might just buy another holster for another weapon
Keep it close and stay protected
Stack your funds and double check it
I don't even deal with no cash Unless I'm steady flexin
Money problems, bro, just text me
Ayy, She got four pockets in this bitch full
She like how I'm ridin' with these bands I made a couple more
Pass the gas around Sativa she on another wave
Feelin' anxious off the blunt we smoke it anyway
White boy talkin' down on me he get done anyway
To shake the problems off I roll one more up anyway
Writer: MaskedUp Ent
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