Money Phone (feat. Roxxstarr Ralph)
Trap Talk.
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Hit me on the money phone nigga And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official Bout to stuff a wood I ain't fuckin with a swisher I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple Text now app I was jugging off the kindle I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel We f*ck like we making a porn I told her to leave on her Dior I'll beat on that pussy like Thor (With the hammer) She like when I call her a whore (Lil bitch) I'll be working that shit like a chore I get money I ain't never bored She woke up from this dick feeling sore On them perks spilling Lean on the floor Used to be broke man I came up so poor Shooting my shot but I never could score We ain't have shit when we jumped off the porch Then they seen me pulling up in a Porsche She out here given that Pussy too lames I brought her a room put her on skip the games I'm cool on that pussy I just want the brains If you in the gang then we eating the same To a street nigga you look like a groupie I can't pull up no where without the uzi Stuff a Backwood with a half of booty She bout the life hid the work in her boobies The way I live life like a movie Drip on that bitch got her choosing Quick draw from the hip I ain't losing If I up it my Nigga I'm shooting Hit me on the money phone nigga And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official Bout to stuff a wood I ain't fuckin with a swisher I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple Text now app I was jugging off the kindle I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel Ran up a twenty I was jugging out them rentals Trying to make a milli off this Mannitol mixture A thousand and eight grams sold it all before dinner I ain't into taking a Ls so my clips come extended Heard your click full of killers Better bring them all with ya Tell them aim for the head Y'all gone want me dead More beef more bread mixing magic in this blender Stuff it all in the fender hope I don't go fed Pillow talking with these bitches you gon loose yo head Mama said if you gon sell dope don't be scared Gotta feed them kids all these bands I'm the man Prolly why I fucked on yo baby mama now both y'all mad Michael Jackson I'm bad moon walking on the pack Blend a four to a nine stuff it all in the press Watch me do my dance all a nigga do is add Hide it all in the stash then I run that shit back Now the D A mad tell them get off my ass On the phone with my plug and lawyer at the same time Hit me on the money phone nigga And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official Bout to stuff a wood I ain't fuckin with a swisher I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple Text now app I was jugging off the kindle I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
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