Lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Get fresh, white G Louis (yeah), step out in a Polo tee (grra) Dope boy, rent due (huh), I know how to break a P (yo) I've been sippin' drank and got gas for your tank (uh, uh, uh, uh) Hey, you gon' call me Maybelline, I'ma paint your face, bae (uh, uh) Put that dick up on her, she gon' call me right back (gon' call me right back) Hey, 50 on my line, can I call you right back? (Can I call you right back?) Hey, pressure on the line, a couple stacks will get your pack straight (need a couple stacks) Hustle so damn good, wish I could work a bitch on back pay (ah) They steady hating, I'm getting paid You think I give a fuck? This iPhone still catchin' plays (catchin' plays) And she need to just hit me up Put a four up in my lemonade (on God) I eat like dinner plates (skrrt) Run up a hundred off the interstate (vroom) You should participate If it's about money, I'm the nigga you can call on I'm still catchin' plays on my iPhone Shawty blowin' up my line, sayin', "Head home" So every time she call, she get a dial tone It go, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Hello? Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Oh, no Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Hello? Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Let go Emotionally bulletproof, no inhibitors, I'm balanced It's traumatic past I'm working through, developin' new patterns Into fitness, healthy living, been upgrading all my habits Money coming in abundance, only thing I've been attracting Women complimentin' my aura, saying my growth been real attractive Be distracted, still I'll break your back and pin you to the mattress Eat the handle without gaggin' (ooh), America, she got talent (grr) Still let Jack stand, when that pack land I get active (damn) Been on blocks, trap spot in Dixie, hot, I'm workin' alone (yeah) Zion city just hit, consider from where I sittin', I'm workin' the phone (nah) Re-compress the H and seal it, custom mixture, we in traffic (yeah) Mojo paper, we got action, I'll pick up, this is my Magnum If it's about money, I'm the nigga you can call on (hello?) I'm still catchin' plays on my iPhone (what's up?) Shawty blowin' up my line, sayin', "Head home" So every time she call, she get a dial tone It go, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Hello? Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Oh, no Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Hello? Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Let go I'm goin' off this Hello? I'm slingin' off this Hello? Hit the back street, like Let go I'm on the front street Let go
Writer(s): Frederick Givens Ii, Kevin Gilyard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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