IDK ft. Jimi Tents, Michael Christmas, Saba - My Wallet Lyrics

Reach in my pocket and pull out my new wallet
I just got a Louis Vuitton it's too poppin
But too often people will
Judge it's too awkward
But I don't give a flying fuck
I'm too ostrich
I walk inside of Saks like "Waddup bitch?"
I'm boutta fuck this cash up
And turn the 5th to a 6th
On my left is a chick
I think she wanting the dick
Probably because she seen the wallet that
I speak of is thick like do she want me?
She seen the Louie V and now she on me
But she don't know that I ain't got a job
They call me Tommy
In fact I borrowed this wallet from Clay
This shit is not me
As soon as she noticed that I
Was broke she didn't call me my wallet
My wallet my wallet
Your wallet my wallet
My wallet my wallet
Your wallet my wallet
My wallet my wallet
Your wallet my wallet got these bitches and
These niggas going crazy
Wallet got my family and
My friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me

Reach in my pocket and pull
Out a gang of ones
Throw 'em on a stripper and
Dry hump her lady lumps
Got rain and thunder, her
Ass ain't clappin', don't save her number
My wallet empty so my bae won't
Let me graze her bumper
I got a sign that say "I need some money"
If they say no I say "God bless you"
And whisper "That's why yo baby's ugly"
My wallet cost five hundred
It's filled with seven ones
And a dusty condom
I got from robbin' my brother's pockets
Shoutout to Chinese lady for shavin' dollars
Off the cost of laundry
I brought her thing, she want me
I gotta say the older the
Berry the sweeter the juice
She probably sweeter than swedish
Fish cause she like 92 with the juicy fruit
My wallet my wallet
Your wallet in need of a plug who out
Here sellin' off the sockets
Don't play with me, broke all day
Dealers makin' plays i might do the same on
The corner sellin' lemonade for my-

Wallet got my family and
My friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin'

Fuck you pay me, I'm off the AC
It's hot in my room and cartoons cartoonin'
I'm wearin' a watch, the minute hand broke
But it go stupid with this
Outfit I just thrifted
But I make this shit look new and
I put on my cousins shoes
I'm on my way to the
Greenline and I'm runnin' behind
The bus just left although I ran
And make it in the time
Alloted a lot of niggas fake
The lotto and ain't win
The pocket of the city that
I'm from preaches patience
I walk to the train then like, "Fuck it
I'm late anyway fuck it
I'm just goin' to school it's
Not like I'm gettin' paid"
My diploma put on hold
On the train with my earphones
Some niggas say "Run them pockets"
I ain't even got shit though

Look, I don't give a fuck
Louis Vuitton or Clays
If it's comin' out ya pocket then
Boy it belongs to Jay
You better know what's at stake
I ain't really into beef but
I'm down to run
Your pockets if I know I got to eat
Michael Christmas wallet is on my wish list
7 dollars, a condom
I save that for the bitches
Money is the motive, I'm just being specific
Thought I was hella passive
You rappers on my get-list
So gimme that, that's-

My wallet my wallet
My wallet your wallet
My wallet my wallet
My wallet your wallet
My wallet my wallet
My wallet your wallet
My wallet got these bitches and
These niggas going crazy
Wallet got my family and
My friends actin' lazy
Wallet got the thugs sayin' fuck you pay me

One more time one more time
Hey, hey hey my nigga yeah
Hey, hey hey my nigga yeah
Hey, hey pro- hey pockets- sh- hey
Lemme see this wallet you've
Been talkin' 'bout shit
Where that wallet at it's right here look
Lemme see that, lemme see
What you talkin' 'bout, i'mma need that
I'mma need that, respect your jaw
Respect your fucking jaw
This nigga wild as shit dog
Just keep all that, get the bear toes though
Soul!