Money Calling, This my other line
Yea you know that boy hot, Summertime
Lame niggas telling stories once upon a time
My niggas really trapping pounds thats like 200 dimes
Man come and get yo thot she called 200 times
Hold up let me check my watch i think it's money time
Flex everyday, checks everyday, if it ain't cake get the f*ck out my face
You would think i was apart of a band the way that my brother rockout with that K
Bitch i'm a hustler that's how i was raised
If it ain't money ain't got nothing to say
Cant't do no talking
No need fr debates
Run that shit up bitch all gas and no brakes
Bitch i'm mute if it ain't bout getting loot
I seen you flexing with your reup boy that shit was cute
My niggas trapping out them P's you trapping out them Q's
She trying to hang out in the trap little ho you go to scoot
Little shorty say that i'm the 1 i'm really number 2
I told that little bitch that i loved her i was on the boot
I might just f*ck on that little ho cause it's just something to do
These niggas know i been had dough i ain't got nothing to prove
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Money Calling, This my other line
Yea you know that boy hot, Summertime
Lame niggas telling stories once upon a time
My niggas really trapping pounds thats like 200 dimes
Man come and get yo thot she called 200 times
Hold up let me check my watch i think it's money time
Flex everyday, checks everyday, if it ain't cake get the f*ck out my face
You would think i was apart of a band the way that my brother rockout with that K
Bitch i'm a hustler that's how i was raised
If it ain't money ain't got nothing to say
Cant't do no talking
No need fr debates
Run that shit up bitch all gas and no brakes
Bitch i'm mute if it ain't bout getting loot
I seen you flexing with your reup boy that shit was cute
My niggas trapping out them P's you trapping out them Q's
She trying to hang out in the trap little ho you go to scoot
Little shorty say that i'm the 1 i'm really number 2
I told that little bitch that i loved her i was on the boot
I might just f*ck on that little ho cause it's just something to do
These niggas know i been had dough i ain't got nothing to prove
Yea you know that boy hot, Summertime
Lame niggas telling stories once upon a time
My niggas really trapping pounds thats like 200 dimes
Man come and get yo thot she called 200 times
Hold up let me check my watch i think it's money time
Flex everyday, checks everyday, if it ain't cake get the f*ck out my face
You would think i was apart of a band the way that my brother rockout with that K
Bitch i'm a hustler that's how i was raised
If it ain't money ain't got nothing to say
Cant't do no talking
No need fr debates
Run that shit up bitch all gas and no brakes
Bitch i'm mute if it ain't bout getting loot
I seen you flexing with your reup boy that shit was cute
My niggas trapping out them P's you trapping out them Q's
She trying to hang out in the trap little ho you go to scoot
Little shorty say that i'm the 1 i'm really number 2
I told that little bitch that i loved her i was on the boot
I might just f*ck on that little ho cause it's just something to do
These niggas know i been had dough i ain't got nothing to prove
Writer: Chris Griffin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid