$20 in your pocket
Hoping nobody clocks it
You might be broke
But your spirit aint
Pants a little torn but your heart ain’t
Don’t let these fools freeze you up
It’s you, it’s you
It’s you we want
The floor is yours
You the kettle, go ahead & pour
Baby do you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain’t nobody fucking with you
If you need to shake them ghosts off
Love it if you take that coat off
Shoulders broader than the daylight
Goddamn this is your night
Baby do you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain't nobody fucking with you
See a lot of salt in this motherfucker
But I don’t see nobody sweatin’
I’ont see nobody letting loose
Like the preacher’s kid do
Baby I am not nobody’s reverend
Put you in the right direction
Acupuncture give your body pointers
Holding up the walls
Won’t beat us, baby join us
In an eight count
You could be anointed
Let these vibes connect us
Look outside and say it’s not infectious
Give a fuck bout a hawk eye
Shawty got the bounce when she walk by
Forty-seven faces with mean mug,
I’m in this bitch cross-eyed
Started early they done call all sides
Won’t you buss a move
Quit fumbling ‘round
Chris Jericho if your walls come tumbling down
Want that raw
Don’t bring cold feet shawty
I want that thawed
Got two left feet a nigga will come back crawlin’
Got everybody in your pocket
I’m hoping that you clocked it
You’re not broke if your spirit ain’t
Pants might be torn but your heart ain’t