[Verse 1] Everyone I know, they just want something from me (What they want, Shawty Lo?) I got a pocket full of money Everybody know I move units through the city They ink ain't dry and I'm still sitting pretty Been had fetty since the '94 summer A decade later and I'm still doing numbers Young CEO, King Lo is what they call me I still f** around, if you want them, then call me And say, n***a, don't talk reckless on my phone You know it's bugs and leeches so don't need the dial tone And nope, n***a, I don't play like that Seventeen for the things and they don't like that I'm still on the grind, n***as know it's my time This the rare wrist game made me ahead of my time I spin the fork with right, lean the pot with the left Gla** recipe, compliments to the chef Whoever knew I'd be usually inclined I do my thing with the rap, but I'm sick with the grind Forty-five for a nine, get the split for nine And the prices don't jump, it's like that all the time [Hook (8x)] I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?) [Verse 2] What's happening, what's up, what's really going izz-on? These hoes leaning, and they slizzard off Patrizz-on Hey, I see tonight is going digital Nah, I don't smoke, but you know what the Skittle do I pop, I roll, it's all, I know It's the summer time, baby and all this ice got me froze I ain't gotta talk, let my diamonds do the speaking I like a lot of girls, but I love them Georgia peaches Latina, Lebanese, Black, White, or Puerto Rican Money ain't a thing, man, I blow it every weekend So what goes up, must come down So when I throw it up, you know it's going dizz-own [Hook (8x)] I got a pocket full of money (What they want, Shawty?)