Juice WRLD – Empty Out Your Pockets Lyrics

Juice WRLD – Empty Out Your Pockets Lyrics
Empty Out Your Pockets
Juice WRLD
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    "Empty Out Your Pockets." - Juice WRLD

    Album: The Party Never Ends 2.0
    Track No: 06
    Empty out your pockets, I need all that, y-yeah
    G Money said we need all the money now
    Pennies and all of that
    G Money, if I don't care if you got a million all pennies, I'm gon' be counting Abe Lincolns all day
    Empty out your pockets, I need all that
    I get the millions, then I fall back
    **** chameleons, they done change for some change
    The days ain't the same, **** switch for the fame
    Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag
    Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurting
    I rock like electric guitars, I be raging
    Count big knots, look like yellow pages
    I run it like a race, get in the way, brodie got the aim
    To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper on the front page
    Praying for forgiveness 'cause it happened on a Sunday
    Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag
    I just bought a bike, catch me doing wheelies in the backstreet
    Like I'm from where Meek Mill be
    Put the dead in dead serious, you try me, then you will be
    On my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't melting
    Turned my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf
    Everybody doubting me, they ain't getting me no help
    So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself
    I bet you never felt this pain I felt
    When Mama had no money, and them bills brought hell
    That's when G Money hit my cell
    Next day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell
    Oh hell
    Fucked up and ended up in a cell
    Oh hell
    Ended up in a cell
    Empty out your pockets, I need all that
    I get the millions, then I fall back
    **** chameleons, they done change for some change
    The days ain't the same, **** switch for the fame
    Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag
    Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurting
    I rock like electric guitars, I be raging
    Count big knots, look like yellow pages

    Writer(s): Jarad Higgins & Nicholas Mira.

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