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On My Phone (feat. CinaMa) Video (MV)




Performed By: Anye Elite
Length: 4:13
Written by: Anye Elite




Anye Elite - On My Phone (feat. CinaMa) Lyrics




Uh huh funny money rock
Funny money rock

I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick

I ain't even worried bout the cash boy (I'm not)
I just need him thicker than the last boy (by a lot)
Ayo rub me up cuff me good
Love me you like you're from the hood
He said he like my make and model
Well I like it full throttle
In the hot tub by the grotto
With some mary and a bottle
He be like chill bae I got you
I feel like I won the lotto
Tell my ex to find a hobby
Stop lurking around my lobby
Get off my stoop no versace
I'm a fool don't you try me
My niggas over here grimy
They stay with a.k. and tommy
You don't really wanna find me
But really I should just go dip out to abu Dhabi
Let's rock

I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)

On my phone, On my phone
On my phone, On my phone
On my phone, On my phone

I told him Level up and miss me with the bum shit
They saw my hustle up I'm on my Hollywood shit
Sex game so official make him cum quick
I know you fantasize bout getting in these thick thighs
Ain't no chirping over here this ain't Nextel
Come correct with your shit or it's farewell
Break you off get a kit kat
Cause you ain't getting no knick knack
If you ain't coming wit them thick racks
Have your side bitch get smicked smacked
To all my bad gyals dem dirty wind it
Call a hot boy then make him find it
Watch the credits roll I ain't faking
Papparazi pics I'm faded
Eat this pussy bitch I made it

I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick

Stay popping they lips stay popping they gums
Stay popping off I'm popping they sons
Still the realist in the building why (why)
I'm gay but they cunt
Real hip-hop is not what they want
No faux never gon front
Shout out to all my day ones
Brenden and Amo, J-Remy and dem
Rock with my ninjas not coming for them
That's Icon that's FGM
Thought I was done, nah I'm going again
Hell yeah I'm going again
Pen game got no vape these hoes they can't take
How my flow got no breaks
My confidence got no shake
That's no shake
I'm Martha Stewart and they easy bake

Yass that is cute
I'm martha stewart and they easy bake
Yes let them know

I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
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Uh huh funny money rock
Funny money rock

I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick

I ain't even worried bout the cash boy (I'm not)
I just need him thicker than the last boy (by a lot)
Ayo rub me up cuff me good
Love me you like you're from the hood
He said he like my make and model
Well I like it full throttle
In the hot tub by the grotto
With some mary and a bottle
He be like chill bae I got you
I feel like I won the lotto
Tell my ex to find a hobby
Stop lurking around my lobby
Get off my stoop no versace
I'm a fool don't you try me
My niggas over here grimy
They stay with a.k. and tommy
You don't really wanna find me
But really I should just go dip out to abu Dhabi
Let's rock

I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick (on my dick)
That funny money don't quit (nah)
Sure know how to make a hater sick (throw up)

On my phone, On my phone
On my phone, On my phone
On my phone, On my phone

I told him Level up and miss me with the bum shit
They saw my hustle up I'm on my Hollywood shit
Sex game so official make him cum quick
I know you fantasize bout getting in these thick thighs
Ain't no chirping over here this ain't Nextel
Come correct with your shit or it's farewell
Break you off get a kit kat
Cause you ain't getting no knick knack
If you ain't coming wit them thick racks
Have your side bitch get smicked smacked
To all my bad gyals dem dirty wind it
Call a hot boy then make him find it
Watch the credits roll I ain't faking
Papparazi pics I'm faded
Eat this pussy bitch I made it

I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
I got too many hoes up on my phone (on my phone)
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick

Stay popping they lips stay popping they gums
Stay popping off I'm popping they sons
Still the realist in the building why (why)
I'm gay but they cunt
Real hip-hop is not what they want
No faux never gon front
Shout out to all my day ones
Brenden and Amo, J-Remy and dem
Rock with my ninjas not coming for them
That's Icon that's FGM
Thought I was done, nah I'm going again
Hell yeah I'm going again
Pen game got no vape these hoes they can't take
How my flow got no breaks
My confidence got no shake
That's no shake
I'm Martha Stewart and they easy bake

Yass that is cute
I'm martha stewart and they easy bake
Yes let them know

I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
I got too many hoes up on my phone
I got too many niggas on my dick
That funny money don't quit
Sure know how to make a hater sick
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