Chief Keef Rocks off in My Pocket song lyrics

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, 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, bitch I'm stunting

Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness

I need my money machine to count this shit for me

I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin'

I got my niggas, my money, my toolie

I got my car, my house and my jewelry

Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried

Smoking tooka to the head

Come through shoot ya then you're dead

I'm getting money fuck the feds

I'm Glo Gang, what is this?

That's my shit, you little bitch

Let's get rich you little bitch

Get off my dick you little bitch

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 shit

Du-du du-du du-du beep beep

All these fuck boys wanna be me

His bitch let me fuck 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 bitch say she wanna fuck me

She really wanna fuck my money

Thought that I ain't know

She thought that I was a dummy

Told her save that shit

Baby you on that lame ass shit

I don't play that shit