No Pockets

Yuh, ayy, yuh
You are now listening to another Chillz Production

No pockets, ayy, yuh
I don't use no pockets (Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard)
No pockets, ayy, yuh
Stuff 'em with big profits (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)

It's not a purse, it's a messenger
Still got yo bitch on my cellular
I'm too fucking rich, it's just regular
You a lame so you not a competitor
Goyard, Gucci, Louis
You hating niggas say it's fruity
But you broke as hell, you a goofy
Your main bitch gave me booty

No pockets, ayy, yuh
I don't use no pockets (Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard)
No pockets, ayy, yuh
Stuff 'em with big profits (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)

Ayy, all hunnids, no ones
I spend the money for fun
I put my dick on her tongue
I gave her back when I'm done
Gucci strap on my torso
They scanning my fit like a barcode
In my i8, I don't go slow
I'm speeding, I'm speeding in sport mode
Fuck with' me wrong and get slaughtered
Yo bitch doing tricks 'cause I taught her
I'm too lit so I sipped on some water
Then I go and bust nuts on yo daughter
I'm explicit, you see me caressing her
Got an i8 so I am impressing her
She allow it, so now I'm undressing her
Doing all this while rocking my messenger

No pockets, ayy, yuh
I don't use no pockets (Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard)
No pockets, ayy, yuh
Stuff 'em with big profits (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)