Empty Out Your Pockets by Juice WRLD Music Download
Empty Out Your Pockets is a song by the talented musical artist, Juice WRLD and it’s available for your free mp3 download here.
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Juice WRLD – Empty Out Your Pockets Lyrics
[Intro] Empty out your pockets, I need all that Yeah, yeah G-Money said, “We need all the money, man” Pennies and all that With G-Money, if I don’t care if he got a million in all pennies, I’m gon’ be countin’ Abe Lincolns all day
[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, uh Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they’ll change for some change The days ain’t the same, niggas switch for the fame In Louis Vuitton, I’m in my bag Get high, then my memory gone, I’ve been hurtin’ I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin’ Count big knots, look like yellow pages
[Verse] I run it like a race Get in the way, brodie got the aim To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper on the front page Prayin’ for forgiveness ’cause it happened on a Sunday Back to the cash, rack after rack So many racks that I sag I just bought a bike, catch me doin’ wheelies in the backstreet Like I’m from where Meek Mill be Put the “dead” in dead serious, you try me, then you will bleed On my wrist, it’s a ICEE, no, it ain’t meltin’ Turned my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam) Everybody doubted me, they ain’t give me no help (Please) So all this money in my pocket, I’ma spend it by myself (Self) I bet you never felt this pain I felt When mom ain’t had no money and them bills brought hell That’s when G-Money hit my cell Next day, would’ve fucked up and ended up in a cell
[Bridge] Uh, oh, hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell) Ended up in a cell (In a cell) Oh, hell (Oh-oh)
[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, uh (Ended up in a cell) Empty out your pockets, I need all that I get the millions, then I fall back Niggas chameleons, they’ll change for some change The days ain’t the same, niggas switch for the fame In Louis Vuitton, I’m in my bag Get high, then my memory gone, I’ve been hurtin’ I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin’ Count big knots, look like yellow pages