Pockets Get Money Lyrics

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money get money

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money

(Woo)

The best friend

Well I call him mister Franklin

Never change no

Cause that green I keep chokin'

Fly so high

Damn I must be tripping

I be up to date

While you bitches be a lagging

My girl get to doming

Bank keep a rolling

Pockets keep on over fucking flowing

(Woo)

The finest of the sexy

I be a fucking

The shooters be a shooting

And the enemies ducking

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money get money

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money

(Woo)

See my eyes is on the money

I like my bank account chubby

Her pussy want to rub me

Gave the banana to the monkey

Yeah

I fucked around and I got paid

You fuck with my money

Motherfucker get sprayed

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

My pockets get money

My pockets say yummy

My pockets never ever go without a full tummy

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money get money

Yeah

My pockets my pockets

Yeah

Get money

(Woo)

Meaning & Analysis

Pockets Get Money is a catchy money anthem built around a playful nursery-rhyme hook: "my pockets get money, my pockets say yummy, my pockets never ever go without a full tummy." The idea is simple: his pockets are a hungry creature that always has to be fed. The verses make Benjamin Franklin his best friend, keep the bank account "chubby" and run the money up while staying a step ahead of everyone else. A warning sits under the fun: mess with his money and you get sprayed.

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My pockets get money / My pockets say yummy

A nursery-rhyme hook that turns his pockets into a hungry creature that always needs feeding.

The best friend / Well I call him mister Franklin

Benjamin Franklin is on the US hundred-dollar bill, so his best friend is a stack of hundreds.

I like my bank account chubby

Keeps the food joke going: a well-fed bank account.

You fuck with my money / Motherfucker get sprayed

The warning under the fun: touching his money has consequences.

Pockets Get Money

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