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Zaytoven] It's Gucci! Catch Up! I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I don't like a wallet I got fat pockets Money in the closet I got fat pockets About three deposits Hundred-fifty k Haters can't stop it Money and the power Think I'm selling powder Sipping drank, got me leaning Like the Eiffel Tower Money in the shower Hundreds getting wet Sell it to you wet I'm all about a check My pockets got the mumps like Professor Klump Gucci on the run, put a shorty in a slump I'm in the foreign, so the front, Yeah, that's where the trunk And I'm so hood, park the 'rari, come back in a donk (Catch up!) I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets I got fat pockets I got, I got fat pockets See the battle of the bands in my fucking pants Hundred grands worth of dead, old white man Yellow Red, Drop-top, it's the redskins Enough jewelry to make a young bitch's head spin Haters mad, looking at me like "It's you again!" And nigga its lonely at the top, but I can buy a friend I got some twins in the back, think I'm a fly em in And when they land, it's a movie or a drive-in And I don't see these pussy niggas like a blind man It's East Atlanta, but I nicknamed it The Crimeland And my bank account pregnant from my right hand And my crew get wasted like a Rock glass Out with the bird, park on the curb Still get paid on the first and the third Splurge with an urge, goons on the go Waiting on Gucci Mane just to give them the word First 48, I killt the parking lot Big blunts of kush I spark a lot Offset forgs, they sticking out Park that bitch in the 6 a lot Hundreds in my pocket, they falling out Every little week, I'm balling out Top-drop, bay is falling down On Pea-Tree Avenue I'm falling down On pancakes, this rattle snake Sliding round on a [?] Like a hovercraft, giving autographs Wish my gran' could see me now Big Kid say he want to be me now Tell the truth, I wanna be me too Want a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view My whole life should've been pay-per-view Rock solid, make good profit But I wish I had like ten pockets Thugged out, then plugged in I think I got like ten sockets