Staxxx In My Jeans

Staxxx In My Jeans Lyrics

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage (2x)

My pockets look like Rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage (3x)

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

It's the same story
A nigga rich
I'm on some nigga sh*t
In (and?) your nigga b**ch
You betta check em
Tell em i'm off the chain
I buck and bang
Homie thats only game
Oh, I ain't gotta problem
You see me gettin staxx
You see I bought the phantom
24's dont come with that
I been around the world
Check grippin every state
Your b**ch dont like me
She fake
Some ppl might call it hate
But i dotn give a damn
A boss's life
If how i make that bread
Toss the mike
And i still be
Richer than rich
Gets to make my bed

My pockets fat as sh*t
You niggaz mad as sh*t
Talk to either one of them?
I'm on some gladys sh*t
Many u have tried
And failed
sh*t I'm out on bail
I make more cheese
Than your old man
And he went to Yale
Shti i went to jail
You can go to hell
U got some sh*t to tell?!
I got some sh*t to sell

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage (3x)

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

Candy paint drippin
Look at all them bags
I had to show and brag
Cuz being broke’s a drag
I gotta get this paper
My kids they gotta eat
We gotta alotta heat
Been out for ballin?

Shot callin i make that change
And i dont want the Range
That's how them gangstas do it
We get our green in bricks
We put our green in blunts
U spend ure green on chicks
I'm on some playa sh*t
Dynasty
Straight laker sh*t
Keep it up
On some banker sh*t
And chop it up
For some paper b**ch
I got my mind rigth
And my money right
If u ain't in the game
For the money
You the funny type
And im laugin my ass off
Phantom with the mask off
Legal so they hatin
When I gas off
U know how Snoopy does it
Phantom, go b**ch touch it
100 thousand a show
I'm gettin dough like

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage (3x)

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

Look how the flag hanging
Gang bangin i aint no punk
Maintaining that tank of mine
Make that kid go Pah Pah Pah
I'm about my bidness boy
Makin money
Never been so smooth
Yo b**ch
You about to loose
Cuz she is about to choose
And thats the way it goes
S N double O
U want that quiet type
I want that trouble hoe
There go ure paper girl
Yeah Im in for real
One time i told a bicth
Not to come back
Cuz she got 2000 dollars
In 2 dollar bills
That's cold (called) game
The whole thang
I'm high as soul plane
I smoke the whole thang
U know how daddy do it
I'm true to it
I take a cocaine buick
And put some blue to it
Thats some gangsta sh*t
These hoes love
This gangsta dick
Khakis
And some gangsta kits
Yeah, b**ch
That my gangsta fit
I'm ballin boy
And u aint got to ask
She all about this pimpin
I'm all about the cash

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage (3x)

My pockets look like Rerun
Your pockets look like Raj