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Don't Call My Phone Video (MV)




Performed By: Isaías
Length: 2:25
Written by: Kodak Pat




Isaías - Don't Call My Phone Lyrics




Don't call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas

Mama was right about life, told me there's reasons to fight, yeah
Like when a nigga is beefing his homies is tweaking, you never take flight
I remember going out every weekend, my pockets was popped ain't no way I was fly
Nowadays my closets fly as an eagle, I'm rolling a dutch that shit got me real high
People move funny... shit is jokes at the moment
Wanted smoke now you choking, my guys straight ain't no folding
We not gang but we tote it, we move wild-locomotives
Was my mans, but you moving all wocky, so a nigga was hoping
Wanna put on for the niggas that's with me who strictly about business
I remember, coming from dirty spoons in the kitchen
I remember, coming from dirty shoes up in Linden
I remember, I lived off pennies and crumbs for a minute

Don't call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas
Don't Call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas

Wanna put on for my momma, get rid of all of this drama
Even though I got, hate for her heavy, everyone gon' get their karma
My dad's first car was an 85' Chevy
My damn first car gonna be a lil' bentley
Don't want a bitch all these hoes be too friendly
Laid up with stacks, I get pussy and mix it with Henny
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Don't call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas

Mama was right about life, told me there's reasons to fight, yeah
Like when a nigga is beefing his homies is tweaking, you never take flight
I remember going out every weekend, my pockets was popped ain't no way I was fly
Nowadays my closets fly as an eagle, I'm rolling a dutch that shit got me real high
People move funny... shit is jokes at the moment
Wanted smoke now you choking, my guys straight ain't no folding
We not gang but we tote it, we move wild-locomotives
Was my mans, but you moving all wocky, so a nigga was hoping
Wanna put on for the niggas that's with me who strictly about business
I remember, coming from dirty spoons in the kitchen
I remember, coming from dirty shoes up in Linden
I remember, I lived off pennies and crumbs for a minute

Don't call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas
Don't Call my phone
Don't Call my phone
I'm trying to get richer, not worried 'bout bitches
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I wanna count countless figures, I wanna put on for my niggas

Wanna put on for my momma, get rid of all of this drama
Even though I got, hate for her heavy, everyone gon' get their karma
My dad's first car was an 85' Chevy
My damn first car gonna be a lil' bentley
Don't want a bitch all these hoes be too friendly
Laid up with stacks, I get pussy and mix it with Henny
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Writer: Kodak Pat
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