Don’t Call My Phone (Interlude)
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Don’t Call My Phone (Interlude)
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Yeah
Skinnyfromthe908
Ooh
Woo!
If it ain't 'bout money don't call my phone
No-no-no-no-no-no (you broke)
Don't call my phone, no-no-no-no-no-no (you broke)
Don't call my phone, no-no-no-no-no-no (no)
No-no-no-no-no-no (no)
No-no-no-no-no-no (no-no-no-no)
Walk up in this bih, and I had to buy it all
I got money on my dresser, I got money on my drawers
I got bitches tryna fuck me 'cause a young nigga gon' ball
I got niggas that'll shoot for me, don't make me make that call
I'm a young ass nigga, drippin' in swag, I got some gold
And these bitches gon' fuck me 'cause a young nigga is on
Your girl gets in and she hit them notes
One more round, I'm like, yeah, let's go
Don't hit my phone, lil' nigga, you broke
She suck my dick, let me count my dough
She wanna do drugs, yeah, let me know
She wanna get high, yeah, I got that smoke
She want that coke, and she want that blow
I sold for the high but I got it for the low
I hit the plug, like, gimme more
Ass so fat, better drop it the floor
Lil' mama, you bad, lil' mama, you bad
What you need? 'cause we got that
We got lean and we got crack
We got weed and we flip them packs
You don't want beef? Good, nigga, we strapped
Check my wrist, nigga, check my chain
Might take your bitch when I pull up in the range
Nah, fuck that nigga, just check my name
I'm swaggin' on 'em, I'm dabbin' on 'em
I'm gone, nigga, I'm gone
With your bitch and she ride my dick
She count my money, you ain't got no chips
You ain't got no ride, nigga, you not lit
Open your mouth, bitch, give me that mouth
Ride my city, yeah, I got it on lock
You a broke boy, you ain't got no guap
You ain't me, lil' nigga, you fraud
And you hate me but you prolly won't drop
Oh man, I just shitted on these niggas
Nigga, you lame, you ain't got no game
Peep my gram, nigga, look at my flame
Check your phone, it's your main
All up in the vid tryna give me that brain
Ooh, no-no-no-no-no-no
Walk up in this bih, and I had to buy it all
I got money on my dresser, I got money on my drawers
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