Posed To Call

Why the fuck I'm posed to call this bitch, like she ain't learned yet How the fuck I'm posed to count these blues, like you ain't heard yet I can't work a nine to five, when I can break the money counter I can't be outside the feds be, hold on Shit I'm back up on my bullshit, Velli can't be stopped Spilled some red up on these VS ones, my wrist dripping on god Audemar Piguet, I can see your bitch like wrist watching Blue Bentayga seats, divorced the roof and made it drop top Cartier tinted buffs, I can't see your bitch too clearly Married to the money, told that bitch to get from near me I let money talk, you talk too much, act like you Siri Treat this dick like charity, donating to these broke hoes Finally got money, told my girl to shop at Soho Bought her ass a Birkin, got her jumping dick like pogo Poured a four, my double cups be red like they all Solo Two-seater my lamb, but got these bands, I'm riding solo I got Louis, Hermes, and Givenchy on my body I can't love a thot, but fucked her good off all this molly Build a bitch so fast like, damn bae, you is just a copy Clones and blanks, I'll punch you out ain't talking about no Rocky Why the fuck I'm posed to call this bitch like, she ain't learn yet How the fuck I'm posed to count these blues, like you ain't heard yet I can't work a nine to five, when I can break the money counter I can be outside the feds be, hold on My new bitch the baddest, put a ten ball in her purse Now they show me love, I treat this money like it's cursed Wockhardt activist, I mix it up inside the Simply Pulled up straight from hell inside this cat, she popped the kitty Brand new Richard Mille, put it on, feel like I'm gifted Hunnids in all blue gone match my fit, can't fuck with fifties I ain't stingy with the bitch, I pass her off, Josh Giddey Fucked your bitch and fucked your friend, I'm dropping double doubles Foreign coup I'm swerving, hear the whip start burning rubber GMG up in this bitch, I up it, Danny Glover Limo tinted whips, I can't be seen, I'm undercover She can't be in public, but gone fuck under the covers Tell me how my diamonds shine, I'm rocking VS crystals Pull up shoot it deep, I'm balling out just like the Pistons Gelato in the wood, I sparked it up and smoked a biscuit I got pricey verses, every word gon' cost a ticket Why the fuck I'm posed to call this bitch like, she ain't learn yet How the fuck I'm posed to count these blues like, you ain't heard yet I can't work a nine to five, when I can break the money counter I can't be outside the feds be, hold up