Juice WRLD – 1 hour of Empty Out Your Pockets
Lyrics
Empty out your pockets, I need all thatYeah, yeahG-money said, “We need all the money, man”Pennies and all thatWith G-Money, if I don’t care if he got a million in all penniesI’ma be countin’ Abe Lincolns all dayYeah, yeah, uh
Empty out your pockets, I need all thatI get the millions then I fall backNiggas chameleons, they’ll change for some changeThe days ain’t the same, niggas switch for the fameLouis Vuitton, I’m in my bagGet high then my memory gone, I’ve been hurtin’I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin’Countin’ big knots, look like yellow pages
I run it like a raceGet in the way, brodie got the aimTo blow you away, the next dayYou in the newspaper on the front pagePrayin’ for forgiveness ’cause it happened on a SundayBack to the cash, rack after rackSo many racks that I sagI just bought a bike, catch me doin’ wheelies in the backstreetLike I’m from where Meek Mill bePut the dead in dead serious, you try me then you will beOn my wrist, it’s a ICEE, no, it ain’t meltin’Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (gleam)Everybody doubted me, they ain’t give me no help (please)So all this money in my pocket, I’ma spend it by myselfI bet you never felt this pain I feltWhen mom ain’t had no money and them bills brought hellThat’s when G-Money hit my cellNext day, would’ve fucked up and ended up in a cell
Oh, hell (fucked up and ended up in a cell)Oh, hellYeah, yeah, uh (ended up in a cell)
Empty out your pockets, I need all thatI get the millions then I fall backNiggas chameleons, they’ll change for some changeThe days ain’t the same, niggas switch for the fameLouis Vuitton, I’m in my bagGet high then my memory gone, I’ve been hurtin’I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin’Countin’ big knots, look like yellow pages
