Pockets DEVAULT (Ft. EVAN GIIA)

You think your precious gems are a blessin
They only cause me stress
So don't let me down
Just hear me out

No I'm not reaching into my pockets
Told you I don't count dimes
So don't let me down
Just hear me out

Money come
Money go
That glitter don't mean it's gold
In the end, We're alone
So don't catch that common cold
In the night I will go
Drive by and that's all she wrote

What do I got to do
For you to see me?
For you to hear me?
Who do I got to be
For you to love me?
For you to trust me?
What do I got to do
For you to see me?
For you to hear me?
Who do I got to be
For you to love me?
For you to trust me?