Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Pockets on Gas Light

Broke ass nigga

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

His pockets on E like he running out of gas

Eldorado Red, I'm never running out of cash

Dope boy swag, I keep a duffel bag

And guess what, nigga? That bitch filled with rags

Me and Waka Flocka and Gucci Gucci

We take your bitch, never to the movies

To the hotel, in and out our door

In the club, throwing money, boy, I'm showing off

Half a brick of soda got me stunting good

I don't need to lie, I'ma keep it hood

Old school donk, pussy paint wet

Purple and green, yeah, I'm on my set

I love to flex, got stupid diamonds

No record deal, but I'm still shining

Me and YG Hoot hopping out that Bentley Coupe

I keeps some young niggas with me and they gon' shoot

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

Let a nigga take you out, bitch, gangstas like dough

You ain't in my lane, your maintenance light's on

A full tank of gas and I push buttons fast

Did donuts on the Deuce Line when I brought that money back

It's Hoo-doe in that two-door when I'm swerving

what I'm serving, balling like a person

Heard he mad at me, but I ain't never heard him

He must know better, my flag red, oh, it's burgan-

Dy, I'm a G from the P, pockets never on gas light

And if they is, I'ma hit a lick to get back right

I hit for 30 racks, I hit for 40 racks

Back to slanging yayo like, "Where E-40 at?"

My hood evil, nigga, you full of that phony yak

NFL program, all I do is quarterback

Getting OT money on Cali soil

Making your bitch's pussy boil, my plan never foils

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

His gas light on, his pockets on empty

Old half-a-tank niggas can't fuck with me

Pockets on full, yours on E

My trapping jersey worth about two bricks

Just hit a lick, so I'm super straight

I got that super cake, diamonds hella bright

Like the sunlight, call it crushed ice

Green diamond chain the same color as a can of Sprite

What's my appetite? About a quarter million

R.I.P. Biggie, west side Bloods fucking with me

I'm the down south Blood, what it do, Blood?

When you be me in the club, you see a real nigga

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light

Pockets on full, his on E

Quarter tank ass niggas ain't seeing me

I've been getting paid, he trying to get right

Shawty mad 'cause his pockets on gas light