Savi6 - True Religion Pockets Lyrics

Didn't finish high school
Said fuck college
Imma need me a bad ass bitch
Tryna cop lambo with no mileage
Gotta hustle until you get rich
Stuffing all this money in my
True religion pockets
So full Got my pockets on thick
Smoke by the ounce
Whatchu need cuz I got it
Rolling loud
You could hear that shit
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich

Bandz on swole
Finna put on a crib
Used to be broke
Used to love hitting licks
Trapping downtown
By Martha & 5th
On a thizz pill
While the money turn to bricks
Couldn't trust a soul
And I couldn't trust a bitch
I put that on my momma
And I put that on my sis
Put that on the bruddas
And I put that on my kid
Never had feelings
On the mainy shit I did
I was fucked up most the times
At 2am fuckin dimes
Money on my mind
As I break in
Anything I want finna take it
Always keep it real
Why I say shit
Any fake friend come replacements
After the fetty til the day ends
Reup then trap out the days inn
See I

Didn't finish high school
Said fuck college
Imma need me a bad ass bitch
Tryna cop lambo with no mileage
Gotta hustle until you get rich
Stuffing all this money in my
True religion pockets
So full Got my pockets on thick
Smoke by the ounce
Whatchu need cuz I got it
Rolling loud
You could hear that shit
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich

Diamonds in my teeth
All bussdown
Show you how to ball
Need a touchdown
True religion tracks when I touch down
I be sliding in the whip
You ride the buss down
They see me gettin money
Cuz I'm up now
Free all of my fellas
In cellys on heavy
Gassin like chevys
Drip like a levy
33 in 26
When it's ready
Like Damn
Ain't nobody there when I was down
Used to ride around in my City
Turning Molly's into pink 50s
If yo ass ain't from my circle then
You can't tell me that you fuck with Me
I done lost a lot in my life before
But now got some real ones with me And they Motherfuckin stuck with Me

Didn't finish high school
Said fuck college
Imma need me a bad ass bitch
Tryna cop lambo with no mileage
Gotta hustle until you get rich
Stuffing all this money in my
True religion pockets
So full Got my pockets on thick
Smoke by the ounce
Whatchu need cuz I got it
Rolling loud
You could hear that shit
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
In my true religion pockets
Counting all this money in my true Religion pockets
Gotta hustle until I get rich