Make His Pockets Hurt lyrics

[Intro]
Make his pockets hurt (HerbMadeThisBeat)
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Lil Kayla, what's up?)
Attention, attention
This ain't for you nine-to-five n*ggas or you nine-to-five b*tches
This one right here for all my ratchet ass b*tches
This for the bippers and killers, pimps and hoes
And my b*tches who hit the blade and the dough
We ain't goin' for none of that sh*t this summer
We turnin' up on all these n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Let me see you hit your pockets for a stack, n*gga
If you wanna get this pus*y from the back, n*gga
Make a b*tch run like my favorite sport was track, n*gga
Tied, just did this pony, better not touch a track, n*gga
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 b*tch what a n*gga love
I'm the type to make a n*gga choose up
Had a n*gga spendin' all his lil' bucks
And eatin' pus*y like he can't get enough
I hate broke ass n*ggas in the club (I do)
Tryna flex, but they can't even show a dub (They can't)
I'm on my TLC sh*t, don't want no scrub (I don't)
I tell him spend that sh*t, spend that sh*t, n*gga
[Chorus]
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
Where them gettin' money n*ggas who be bippin'? (Who be bippin')
They either be in Chinatown or the city (Or the city)
Or where them fly ass n*ggas who be pimpin'? (Who be pimpin')
They probably on the blade lookin' for some b*tches
Word around town, all them n*gga be in Richmond
Hit the pus*y 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 b*tches 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 sh*t
And now his nut all on his shirt, ugh
[Chorus]
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)
Make his pockets hurt
If the n*gga wanna hit it, make that n*gga spend it
Make his pockets hurt (Make 'em hurt, b*tch)