Stop Counting My Poccets lyrics

(Bitch, stop counting my pockets) Yeah, man So I'm hanging out with this little chicken head, right? She started telling me about how much money I got (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) About this deal and that deal You know, all up in mine I ain't got time (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) I'm a $100 million nigga with this gin and juice Play another eight figures You can add it up till you get mad enough Swing, swing batted up, nigga I ain't had enough I'm on it, doggonit Death Row Records, yeah, nigga, I own it Huh, I got grip to get 'Cause what you eat don't make me shit (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) It's crazy, man Why you in mine? (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) I mean, we got everything moving now Death Row games, Death Row pictures, Death Row cannabis (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) Yeah, it's a Death Row takeover (yeah, yeah) Quit watching mine (Bitch, stop counting my pockets) See, because I ain't got nothing for you bitch (Bitch, stop counting my pockets)