Jay Beni - Call (feat. Ben Reyn & Jay Beni) Lyrics

Talking not at all
You can't get my call
You can't get my text
Bitch dont send at all
I'ma run it back
Like 100 yards
I'ma run the score
It's gon give you scars
I cant pass the torch
I can't pass you off
I got toxic traits
They be rubbing off
They be rubbing off
Think it is the sauce
Doin this shit like nothing
I could do a toss
This a have you rappers
Feelin like a boss
I got sticky fingers
Like I'm randy moss
Tryna get my paper like I'm rick ross
I'm at the end of all the rappers
I'm the big boss
Eyes gonna look so crazy
They gon look criss cross
Seen yo show
See a weak crowd
Know they want a big mosh
Got the stock in my sock
But this not no rerock
Lil bitch tryna f*ck
Told her I just want the top
And these niggas they some hoes
Ima sweep em off the block
All my shooters
Really shooters
Dont pump fake with the rock
In the uber I maneuver
I'm sipping too much wok
And these niggas only hating
They see us at the top
Get this money fast
Hit the gas
Look the dash
I need money bags
All these oppers actin friendly
I cant f*ck with that
F*ck a bitch with my bitch
Cause she into that
After shows we got a party
You cant get in that
I get money then I spend it
Then I what
I get money I get money
Then I spend it
Then I get it back
She a dime Ima bring her back
Told her drop it fast
She got lotta ass
I got money I'ma spend it
Then I wait
I get money I get money
Then I spend it
Talking not at all
You cant get my call
You cant get my text
Bitch dont send at all
Ima run it back
Like a 100 yards
Ima run the score
Its gon give you scars
I cant pass the torch
I cant pass you off
I got toxic traits
They be rubbing off