Phone Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Pick up the phone, baby, give me a call
My life been runnin' all damn far
He said he got it all down low
With a million, that's what I'm a-chasin
Fill up my dollars with water, they clear the floor
Now I'm feelin' like goddamn Jay-Z
Playin', we got him explorin' this dick out the door
This shit don't look like major
Y'all ain't shit, and I came with a dot
And the money that come is quick, and you grind
You got down, get you some thots
You don't fuck about this shit, but I put in the time
I swear that I want me some guap
If it ain't about the money, I can't even whine
I'm passin' my thots, like, nigga, the fuck is it bout
Ain't bout that shit, nigga, nigga, it's potential
I got a six, and it fit with some men, right
It sit with subscription, I get it, bitch
I ain't goddamn slap a nigga for audition
And I fuck a bitch before I kiss her
Ain't goddamn means, I'm livin' like Jesus
Goddamn things, I feel like Jesus
Without you small, bitch, I'm a piece
And with them balls, bitch, all you keep
Goddamn platinum, he drivin' them dead
And fuck with these cigs, get the fuck outta this
I don't do money, I'm chasin' the bread
I'm chasin' the bread, and I walk through the mist
Goddamn, goddamn dizzy as shit
Goddamn, goddamn dizzy as shit, man, sit down, foggy
Where the money is on my fuckin' head
That shit be a hog, nigga, you wanna talk to that shit
Be tall, nigga, you wanna talk to that shit
Be taller than me, and I'm taller than you
Man, this shit like Shaq
Ain't no shit but a hundred-down racks
Man, this shit make it back, nigga, D-Lite wet
Nigga, goddamn wet, nigga, feel like Shaq
Man, I'm super, smokin' all goddamn gas
And makin' these songs off all of them beef on computers
Ain't about goddamn cash, bitch, just leave me alone
I swear this shit cuter, I wanna get it down bad
Take it down, try to be gone, I'm somewhere bemuda
Smokin' all goddamn from a Buda
Yeah, smokin' all goddamn from a Buda
Goddamn geeky than Buda
Man, this shit like Shaq
Ain't no shit but a hundred-down racks
Man, this shit make it back, nigga, D-Lite wet
Man, I'm super, smokin' all goddamn gas
And makin' these songs off all of them beef on computers
Ain't about goddamn cash, bitch, just leave me alone
I swear this shit cuter, I wanna get it down bad
Take it down, try to be gone, I'm somewhere bemuda
Smokin' all goddamn from a Buda
Man, I'm super, smokin' all goddamn racks
Man, I'm cool, man, I'm super
Man, I'm cool, man, I'm super
Man, I'm cool, man, I'm super
Man, I'm cool, man, I'm super
Man, I'm super
Mind, I'm super
Mind, I'm super
Mind, I'm super