and my pockets sixty thousand
i don't see nobody 'cause the money pilin'
i turn a stack into a mountain
i turn my wrist into a thousand
i fell in love with my stylist
i call little passion for fashion
brand new louie v out the plastic
i'm talkin' shit that straight from paris
bitch you lookin' at the atlas
keep the chopper in the palace
i just a bag and went to count it all
i remember back when i was down and out
keep like sixty in my trousers
i don't see nobody 'cause the money pilin'
i turn a brick into a mountain
i turn my drip into a thousand
always give my thanks when it's due
move like thrity packs by twelve noon
gun up on my lap i will shoot
gang gon' put his ass on the news
we really wahlinn' out over here
and my pockets sixty thousand
i don't see nobody 'cause the money pilin'
i turn a stack into a mountain
i turn my wrist into a thousand