[Intro - Short Dawg] Ay K! I’m trying to see if she can go all the way to the top, you know what I’m sayin’? And come down real slow like a tear or somethin’, haha You know what I mean? I know you feel me Fresh!
[Chorus - Short Dawg] See I’m steppin’ out froze, Louis on my toes All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Now my stacks don’t fold, I got too much to hold All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
[Verse 1 - Short Dawg] Now holla for a dollar, act strange for the change That’s my nigga Gudda Gudda, yeah he came in the Range My homie Mack Maine with the shades and the chains And me I’m so fly, I swear I came in a plane then landed on a lot Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop, you should chews like teeth Fresh outfit boy, I came to shut it down And it’s only gon’ be worn once like a wedding gown Somebody tell the town Short Dawg’s in the annex Pistol on my hip and I’ll pop it like a Xanex Got the midgets trippin’ cause we got them hoes drippin’ You see I’m ballin’ like Jordan, boy you just a Scottie Pippen Catch you slipping, then you better go and get ya boys I get ‘em murked, my money longer than extension cords Tell them runts I got some game, I can sell ‘em I walk up on her, while she with them lames and I tell her
[Chorus - Short Dawg] See I’m steppin’ out froze, Louis on my toes All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Now my stacks don’t fold, I got too much to hold All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket…
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, Tunechi in this bitch, Fresh watch me do it Bitches know I ball, I go HAM, Cam Newton Shorty on the pill, get this hoe some fluids And if that bitch bad, I put her on my to-do-list See I step up in this bitch like a gamma, get ya camera’s Money on the table, bitch respect my table manners Young Money the shit, did you get the memorandum? And these other niggas think they fly, I’m finna land ‘em Haha, yeah, what you doing? I’m throwing money They take too long with the ones, fuck it I’ll start throwing hundreds Girl them niggas ain’t spending shit, they tippin’ on a budget Man they pockets getting skinny, what that is? Jennifer Hudson, haa Order a bottle and I drink it ’til its hollow Man, my Coupe is a 2 seater so you bitches gotta follow Now buss it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls I got money in my pocket, got them hoes on poles
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[Verse 3 - Short Dawg] It’s young Elvis Freshly in a four door European And the tint dark as coffee, a nigga feeling bossy Pulling hoes like a tooth, and it’s hard to get ‘em off me I’m a Stunna like the CEO of Cash Money Records The Louie V rag got me checkered, with the matching kicks Grin at your chick, the syrup got me leaning like 10 after 6 Therefore I told her: “go on buss it open, go on buss it open” They call me Short Dawg, but no I ain’t from Oakland My money so tall that you gon’ have to climb it If she know how to rewind it, trust me I’m gon’ change the climate And then I get behind it like I’m tryna do the Heimlich She heard that I be rhyming and I’m balling like Kurt Heinrich She’s looking for some love, but over here she will not find it So get down on your knees, you in the presence of Your Highness