Empty Out Your Pockets - Juice WRLD: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Empty Out Your Pockets

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Empty Out Your Pockets è stato pubblicato il 30 novembre 2024 da Grade A Productions/Interscope Records come parte dell'album The Party Never Ends 2.0

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Juice WRLD

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jarad Higgins

Songwriter

Nicholas Mira

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nick Mira

Producer

Max Lord

Recording Engineer

Jess Jackson

Mastering Engineer

David Bone

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Aryn Ison

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Testi

[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

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 like yellow pages

[Verse 1]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

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 like yellow pages

Written by: Jarad Higgins, Nicholas Mira

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