Listen to New Phone Who Dis by Ollie Joseph

New Phone Who Dis

Ollie Joseph

Hip-Hop/Rap

1,457 Shazams

Lyrics

New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe Fresh as fuck, yup, I'm never going sour I've been sonning niggas, I've been running off that solar power I could, I could, I could go for hours Turn my lines into something that I'll make a fortune out of Look he on the grind, I don't think it's time to stop Pussy on my mind, I don't think outside the box Cause all these women fucking up my creativity They feeling me, ok, probably cause I kick game way differently, I I don't buy that name brand shit, I just bought a fifth I tell your girl my plane just landed, and she drop a pin The man finesse, I sign off on the bill and get her panties wet I manifest the skill of writing well and need my damn respect Cannot let them all get to me, fuck commentary Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary Lump sum, up front, you got me fucked up New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch If you're looking in my direction, hit the Venmo, I need five stacks Came with you, she left with me, return her after I smash My bad, all the women want him like a thigh gap I saw that new shit, I had to buy that Party bus, pardon us, I don't see the problem bruh Oh, you don't speak our language? Dollar sign the common tongue Front trunk, turn her on, now she wanna fuck some Hit that shit so good, that her dad passed me her trust fund Them checks surround me, it look like I'm in the Czech Republic Bed up in the Dungeon, dream about it and the checks that come in Checks in abundance, check the hundreds, go and check the luggage I'm on my way to Ireland, cause the checks Dublin I don't check the judgement, fuck commentary Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary Lump sum, up front, you got me fucked up New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch New phone, who dis? New stones, new wrist New clothes, new fit New hoe, new bitch
Writer(s): Alexander Paul Sacco, Ollie Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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