Chief Keef - Rocks off in My Pocket lyrics

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, b**h, stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b**h I'm stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this sh** for me I'll be flexin' on n***as, just coolin', flexin' I got my n***as, my money, my toolie I got my car, my house and my j**elry Yes, flexin' on n***as, I ain't worried Smoking tooka to the head Come through shoot ya then you're dead I'm getting money f** the feds I'm Glo Gang, what is this? That's my sh**, you little b**h Let's get rich you little b**h Get off my dick you little b**h And go get you a brick Smoking TuTu that's my opps So much damn TuTu on my car Counting rolls like a boss then You know that I know Money machine go beep beep Hop in my car shooting sh** Du-du du-du du-du beep beep All these f** boys wanna be me His b**h let me f** her cause I got racks So I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet Tell that on my phone yeah Money tatted on my mind yeah Thirty tatted on my gun yeah It's time to have fun yeah His b**h say she wanna f** me She really wanna f** my money Thought that I ain't know She thought that I was a dummy Told her save that sh** Baby you on that lame a** sh** I don't play that sh**