Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
We f*ck like we making a porn
I told her to leave on her Dior
I'll beat on that pussy like Thor
(With the hammer)
She like when I call her a whore
(Lil bitch)
I'll be working that shit like a chore
I get money I ain't never bored
She woke up from this dick feeling sore
On them perks spilling Lean on the floor
Used to be broke man I came up so poor
Shooting my shot but I never could score
We ain't have shit when we jumped off the porch
Then they seen me pulling up in a Porsche
She out here given that Pussy too lames
I brought her a room put her on skip the games
I'm cool on that pussy I just want the brains
If you in the gang then we eating the same
To a street nigga you look like a groupie
I can't pull up no where without the uzi
Stuff a Backwood with a half of booty
She bout the life hid the work in her boobies
The way I live life like a movie
Drip on that bitch got her choosing
Quick draw from the hip I ain't losing
If I up it my Nigga I'm shooting
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
Ran up a twenty I was jugging out them rentals
Trying to make a milli off this Mannitol mixture
A thousand and eight grams sold it all before dinner
I ain't into taking a Ls so my clips come extended
Heard your click full of killers
Better bring them all with ya
Tell them aim for the head
Y'all gone want me dead
More beef more bread mixing magic in this blender
Stuff it all in the fender hope I don't go fed
Pillow talking with these bitches you gon loose yo head
Mama said if you gon sell dope don't be scared
Gotta feed them kids all these bands I'm the man
Prolly why I f*cked on yo baby mama now both y'all mad
Michael Jackson I'm bad moon walking on the pack
Blend a four to a nine stuff it all in the press
Watch me do my dance all a nigga do is add
Hide it all in the stash then I run that shit back
Now the D A mad tell them get off my ass
On the phone with my plug and lawyer at the same time
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
Trap Talk. - Money Phone (feat. Roxxstarr Ralph) Lyrics
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Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
We f*ck like we making a porn
I told her to leave on her Dior
I'll beat on that pussy like Thor
(With the hammer)
She like when I call her a whore
(Lil bitch)
I'll be working that shit like a chore
I get money I ain't never bored
She woke up from this dick feeling sore
On them perks spilling Lean on the floor
Used to be broke man I came up so poor
Shooting my shot but I never could score
We ain't have shit when we jumped off the porch
Then they seen me pulling up in a Porsche
She out here given that Pussy too lames
I brought her a room put her on skip the games
I'm cool on that pussy I just want the brains
If you in the gang then we eating the same
To a street nigga you look like a groupie
I can't pull up no where without the uzi
Stuff a Backwood with a half of booty
She bout the life hid the work in her boobies
The way I live life like a movie
Drip on that bitch got her choosing
Quick draw from the hip I ain't losing
If I up it my Nigga I'm shooting
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
Ran up a twenty I was jugging out them rentals
Trying to make a milli off this Mannitol mixture
A thousand and eight grams sold it all before dinner
I ain't into taking a Ls so my clips come extended
Heard your click full of killers
Better bring them all with ya
Tell them aim for the head
Y'all gone want me dead
More beef more bread mixing magic in this blender
Stuff it all in the fender hope I don't go fed
Pillow talking with these bitches you gon loose yo head
Mama said if you gon sell dope don't be scared
Gotta feed them kids all these bands I'm the man
Prolly why I f*cked on yo baby mama now both y'all mad
Michael Jackson I'm bad moon walking on the pack
Blend a four to a nine stuff it all in the press
Watch me do my dance all a nigga do is add
Hide it all in the stash then I run that shit back
Now the D A mad tell them get off my ass
On the phone with my plug and lawyer at the same time
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
We f*ck like we making a porn
I told her to leave on her Dior
I'll beat on that pussy like Thor
(With the hammer)
She like when I call her a whore
(Lil bitch)
I'll be working that shit like a chore
I get money I ain't never bored
She woke up from this dick feeling sore
On them perks spilling Lean on the floor
Used to be broke man I came up so poor
Shooting my shot but I never could score
We ain't have shit when we jumped off the porch
Then they seen me pulling up in a Porsche
She out here given that Pussy too lames
I brought her a room put her on skip the games
I'm cool on that pussy I just want the brains
If you in the gang then we eating the same
To a street nigga you look like a groupie
I can't pull up no where without the uzi
Stuff a Backwood with a half of booty
She bout the life hid the work in her boobies
The way I live life like a movie
Drip on that bitch got her choosing
Quick draw from the hip I ain't losing
If I up it my Nigga I'm shooting
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
Ran up a twenty I was jugging out them rentals
Trying to make a milli off this Mannitol mixture
A thousand and eight grams sold it all before dinner
I ain't into taking a Ls so my clips come extended
Heard your click full of killers
Better bring them all with ya
Tell them aim for the head
Y'all gone want me dead
More beef more bread mixing magic in this blender
Stuff it all in the fender hope I don't go fed
Pillow talking with these bitches you gon loose yo head
Mama said if you gon sell dope don't be scared
Gotta feed them kids all these bands I'm the man
Prolly why I f*cked on yo baby mama now both y'all mad
Michael Jackson I'm bad moon walking on the pack
Blend a four to a nine stuff it all in the press
Watch me do my dance all a nigga do is add
Hide it all in the stash then I run that shit back
Now the D A mad tell them get off my ass
On the phone with my plug and lawyer at the same time
Hit me on the money phone nigga
And hoe im tryna f*ck every bitch that came with ya
Gotta stay fishy and that nigga ain't official
Bout to stuff a wood I ain't f*ckin with a swisher
I ain't any body gotta stay wit a pistol
If a nigga try to body me somebody gon miss em
Come and cop a chicken gotta line on the sizzle
I ain't finna play a game of monkey in the middle
How you tryna ball and you too scared to dribble
Every time I shoot my shot man a nigga tryna triple
Text now app I was jugging off the kindle
I ain't tryna cuff the pussy ima treat it like a rental
She asked me for some money and it sounded like a riddle
I don't pillow talk unless we talking bout dem pillows
If you bout that life that's the type of shit I'm into
Baby I'm a dawg illest nigga in the kennel
Writer: brandon thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid