Pimp

Verse 1

Stackin' high in a rented Range

City can't slow me, I'm still in the game

Phone lit up with a hundred texts

Hit my plug for the next one next

Fog machine in a penthouse pad

Designer fits, never looked this bad

Shirt unbuttoned, chain on display

Doorman nods like he knows the play

Pre-Chorus

Through the blue-light alley, rain on the street

Another night, another bag to keep

Chorus

Pounds in my pocket

Gotta make it last

Pounds in my pocket

While the world spins fast

Pounds in my pocket

And the bass hits loud

Pounds in my pocket

I'm above the crowd

Verse 2

Copped a watch off a guy in Shoreditch

Said it's real, I just nodded and switched

Looks legit when the club lights hit

Same flex, different era, still the shit

Speakers thumpin', banknotes counted

Smirk on my face while the total's mounted

Girl in the corner, tight dress, sharp tongue

Says my confidence is a little too young

Pre-Chorus

But the money talks, I let it scream

Living out a filtered dream

Chorus

Pounds in my pocket

Gotta make it last

Pounds in my pocket

While the world spins fast

Pounds in my pocket

And the bass hits loud

Pounds in my pocket

I'm above the crowd

Bridge

This city's air is thin and cold

But I was built to be too bold

The high don't last, it never does

But while it's here it's mine because

Chorus

Pounds in my pocket

Gotta make it last

Pounds in my pocket

While the world spins fast

Pounds in my pocket

And the bass hits loud

Pounds in my pocket

I'm above the crowd

Hook

Pounds in my pocket

Pounds in my pocket

Yeah