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Pocket Change Video (MV)




Performed By: Cozette
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Sydney Heidt




Cozette - Pocket Change Lyrics




She told me that she my karma
F*ck I feel like Cole
No cold
So I guess this is the WarmUp

Grab yo jacket
Grab the woods baby
Cause it's only getting colder

Only got 5 on me
Forgot the lighter
How much we got to rollup

Only got sum pocket change
Nickle, n' Dimin'
I got a quarter
(I got a quarter)

I got fake ass friends on the line
Half f*ckin' with me
N Bitch I do not got the time
Lil baby hittin' my jack still wishin' she was mine
I ain't f*ckin' for nothin'
So Please dont hit my line
I got one rolled up for every single problem I got
So don't go callin my phone I'll hit decline
(I'll hit decline)

Cause shit ain't nothin' to me
Paid a dollar for a reading
Tell me what do you see
Am I sposed' to be here
Who am I sposed' to be
Momma told pray and you'll seek
Got down on my knees
But momma he ain't listening to me
N She's so indecisive
So I'm sittin'
Writing
I've been sober for too long
So tonight I am deciding
To get the lighter
Get the herb
You work my nerves
Give it a minute
You'll look enticing

She told me that she my karma
F*ck I feel like Cole
No cold
So I guess this is the WarmUp

Grab yo jacket
Grab the woods baby
Cause it's only getting colder

Only got 5 on me
Forgot the lighter
How much we got to rollup

Only got sum pocket change
Nickle, n' Dimin'
I got a quarter
(I got a quarter)
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English

She told me that she my karma
F*ck I feel like Cole
No cold
So I guess this is the WarmUp

Grab yo jacket
Grab the woods baby
Cause it's only getting colder

Only got 5 on me
Forgot the lighter
How much we got to rollup

Only got sum pocket change
Nickle, n' Dimin'
I got a quarter
(I got a quarter)

I got fake ass friends on the line
Half f*ckin' with me
N Bitch I do not got the time
Lil baby hittin' my jack still wishin' she was mine
I ain't f*ckin' for nothin'
So Please dont hit my line
I got one rolled up for every single problem I got
So don't go callin my phone I'll hit decline
(I'll hit decline)

Cause shit ain't nothin' to me
Paid a dollar for a reading
Tell me what do you see
Am I sposed' to be here
Who am I sposed' to be
Momma told pray and you'll seek
Got down on my knees
But momma he ain't listening to me
N She's so indecisive
So I'm sittin'
Writing
I've been sober for too long
So tonight I am deciding
To get the lighter
Get the herb
You work my nerves
Give it a minute
You'll look enticing

She told me that she my karma
F*ck I feel like Cole
No cold
So I guess this is the WarmUp

Grab yo jacket
Grab the woods baby
Cause it's only getting colder

Only got 5 on me
Forgot the lighter
How much we got to rollup

Only got sum pocket change
Nickle, n' Dimin'
I got a quarter
(I got a quarter)
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Writer: Sydney Heidt
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