Pockets Got Fat* lyrics

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I am so wicked I sleep with a b*tch on the ceiling my house (woah)
I took a picture just right with that n*gga like "What's that about?"
Is that the same n*gga that shoot up the 30 but [?] mouse
It's only three letters, b*tch im the ROC
Started with hip-hop and start selling pop
Got tired of that then I start selling rock

Can you get the f*ck off my di*k so your b*tch can have room on the grip when she tickle the jock
Straighten my hair and I took out the locs
Went to the bank and I took out a lot

My b*tches got badder, no it do not matter
My pockets got fatter, went up in my stock

I've been getting pus*y ever since I was a child