Brass in Pocket

I got brass in my pocket
I got powder and I'm gonna use it
Intention, I'm feeling myself
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Commotion extreme emotion
I've been driving Detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my senses
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
'Cos I'm gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me
I got rhythm, can't miss the beat
It's got me scared and so sweet
I got something I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my senses
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
'Cos I'm gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me