Pocket Watching - Jose Guapo

Ay man you know

Don’t count me out till I stop countin' money (Bitch)

Yeah

Keep my money on me

And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don’t drink no bombay

And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé

If she ain’t bad like Beyoncé, she get no play

All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y’all

All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao

I’m in the front, I ain’t ever been in the back of y’all

And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah

Bitch I graduated from the streets, I got me my diploma

I put biscotti in my Backwood, fire it up, I love the aroma

I get with your bitch, you know I’m gon' bone her

I’m rockin' V-lone, you know I’m a loner

I ain’t a hippy, you know I’m a stoner

Get hit with the stick, you gon' be in a coma, uh

I’m in that on the back streets

We throwin' 1s in and we fifty deep

Go to and make it rain, now we can’t see our feet

They like my style, they like my drip, they say I’m so unique

And I’m never cheeks

Serve you at a meet & greet

You trippin' 'bout your main ho, I fucked that ho like last week

Money stackin' up, I stack that shit up to my knees

I’m makin' plays, I’m puttin' that shit together, Drew Brees

Keep my money on me

And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don’t drink no Bombay

And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé

If she ain’t bad like Beyoncé, she get no play

All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y’all

All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao

I’m in the front, I ain’t ever been in the back of y’all

And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah

Yeah, earrings hit like Pacquiao

I don’t know 'em, who is this guy?

Why he tryna dap me down?

I walk in the club with my strap, they don’t pat me down

And all they fake Instagram models, yeah they at me now, yeah

(Fuckin' for some cheap liquor and some hookah

I know you, I’m a king like muthafuckin' Martin Luther

Please don’t push me, I’ll shoot you

And the money sign?) That’s my marker

I’m 'bout to slam a nigga bitch, Lex Luger

And everybody gettin' hit, whoever next to you

Cold heart, coats for the winter

She talkin' shit but she gave me head on the Sprinter

Keep my money on me

And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don’t drink no Bombay

And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé

If she ain’t bad like Beyoncé, she get no play

All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y’all

All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao

I’m in the front, I ain’t ever been in the back of y’all

And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah