Lyrics

Been on my grind getting way too rich Ain't had time for nobody ever since Don't hit my line if it ain't about a dime every time Hit em with the new phone who dis I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis I don't have a reason to lie Could be just me it's a vibe I pick up the phone I don't like the tone assume that my battery died I don't have the time to play with you dummy's I'm no longer chasing the money I'm taking it all Call up Lebron I'm looking to ball I feel like a John when I'm hitting her wall I done been thru more than 5 lines These girls always find mines Told them what they crossing right now here is a fine line But they don't care like they don't hear and it really blows my mind It ain't my fault You can judge it ain't my court But I don't what lane I want So you better keep it on the side walk That's where your safer with the side talk It's hard to hear it from the game Traveling the world off of my brain New phone and house before a new chain Oh man Stack all week Dope plan Life's a beach No sand Success ain't sweet No cran I got those keys No band If you ain't called me in a year then You don't even know me and it's fine I been busy getting busy now they wanna hit me on the side But I Been on my grind getting way too rich Ain't had time for nobody ever since Don't hit my line if it ain't about a dime every time Hit em with the new phone who dis I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis I don't got too many flaws Feeling way too exquisite How you get my number? Im'a have to change my digits Ringtone ringtone This yo theme song Bet this make you vibrate Now we buzzing like it's nothing no discussion Out from London to the Tri state Money calling like yes sir We don't fold under pressure They swear we cut from the same cloth, but this a whole different texture You gon' learn this a lecture Got the moves like a wrestler Put ya girl in a leg lock till she get the message I ain't even have to text her If you ain't locked in i'll prolly forget you Bruh You gon member my name Even though the contact ain't the same Going for uncle of the year too many nieces and nephews I Could make kids if I want to But my bro Flawless can son you Doing numbers need a new one Hotline blinging too much They moving fishy, tuna Engine prolly need a tune up Parking not what we do bruh Kill a meter for the milestones Not about the bread like a calzone Then you prolly gon' get the dial tone Been on my grind getting way too rich Ain't had time for nobody ever since Don't hit my line if it ain't about a dime every time Hit em with the new phone who dis I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone I ain't playing New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis New phone who dis
Writer(s): Alberto Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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