Corey Patrick - Money Calling (feat. Slimneedabag) Lyrics

You know the money calling
You know the money calling
You know I gotta answer, know I gotta answer
You know the money calling
You know the money
No, it will not die in vain
All my dogs feel my pain
Die if you swerve in my lane,
My grandpa known to hit stains
Pussy there's ice in my veins, 45. would blow out your brain
You're lucky, you'll walk with a cane, hundreds so blue when it rains
Watch how you talk on my name, I don't know how to play games
I feel like Putin with chains, these niggas shoot but can't aim
I give a f*ck bout a lame, knock you the f*ck out the frame
What was you saying? You stupid, I'll go insane
Your shawty know I'm the man
Eating good I'm getting cake, eating good I'm getting cake
All these f*ck niggas is waste, all these f*ck niggas is waste
(Gotta go and get it)
Put it in the mail and I send it
And you'll probably never get it
I probably gave a little to the Senate
So I gotta go and get it
I put it in the mail and I send it
And you'll probably never get it
I probably gave a little to the Senate
The money calling, never hit decline
Shawty bust it open, threw it back, I had to hit rewind
Every time I'm pouring up the drink it's like a four or five
Scoring on the opps, these niggas think I'm Jordan forty five
All of these niggas, they sick of me
We don't take L's, only victory
Don't pass me no mid, I like sticky tree
These niggas need beer, they some kids to me
Shit, rolled a spliff and it hit a little different
When you only smoke exotic and you got it by the plenty