Artist: King Louie f/ LoKey Album: March Madness (Mixtape) Song: Jockin Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Dodging in that form and you know I'm chasing loto One up early in the morning, kicking hoes about the condo Then she's blowing kisses for that she's main bitches Got these hoes crushing, try to tell her we're just fucking Pull up in a drop, pull up in our stop hoes Homie, I got money every pocket that I got These niggas lame, never catch me out here lacking Bout that action, you be caping but I'm sure is coming phantom No talking, blowing hella loud, I be ass fucking Don't really own no convo, less this money I'm about to buck You can't blame me, though, I'm from east side Inside of your opinion my opinion stays like hello dope No roof, ball coop, limos on the feet She keep asking how I start the car if I ain't got no key We be stutting for the bitches, counting up the riches Putting up this ball money got too many niggas When we in the club, bar on me know so rock In the factory, fucking up the ones on the dutch Throwing money, throwing money, that's the song I'm a sing Blowing all these damn bands, should've win and buy arrange [Chorus] Yeah, they jocking on em, yeah they jocking I got all the hoes jocking, I got all the hoes washing on me Yeah, they jocking on em, yeah they jocking I got all the hoes jocking, I got all the hoes wash and jocking Jocking, jocking, yeah, the hoes jocking Got these hoes jocking Jocking, jocking, yeah, the hoes jocking Jocking, jocking, got these hoes jocking, jocking [Verse 2] I'm talking money 50 cage, that's to conversate Random bitches wanna fuck, don't have to conversate Smoking dope while I watch the bitch masturbate And I don't worry about no bitch, cause I'll be off to cake I got 30 out a number that came out the eight Let him won, shuffle five, then take off his face Mad man clan, so they don't have a case Bottle service, tell him bring a case of more than ace Bad bitches roll and left, cause she know a place Let these raps on mister chow and some pretty gows Photo shoot all day about 12 hours 25 Gs just to say 'cheese' New 2-3s for my don c My bitches try and chase for no pantes Niggas 3 thousand, call them andreys And my Ray Benz doing the fault dance Making out the 80s, twenty out the hundred So I still got 80 but not on every track Caught lady ejaculating, all I know is moo-boo Always calculating, telling hoe the hating [Chorus] Yeah, they jocking on em, yeah they jocking I got all the hoes jocking, I got all the hoes washing on me Yeah, they jocking on em, yeah they jocking I got all the hoes jocking, I got all the hoes wash and jocking Jocking, jocking, yeah, the hoes jocking Got these hoes jocking Jocking, jocking, yeah, the hoes jocking Jocking, jocking, got these hoes jocking, jocking