Call My Phone Songtext
von Z‐Ro
Call My Phone Songtext
Bitch, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
I don't need no help my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don′t need no company lil′ momma
Even though I know you give great dome
I'd rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
Ain′t even goin' waste no gas, going to get some ass
I′ma keep my gas in my tank
Leave my money in my pocket, I never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger because I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive or how much money you got
And I don′t give a damn if y'all really like me or not
I see your lips moving, but I can't hear nothing ′cause I′m not listening
Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening
Y'all niggas be riding dicks so much y′all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO
You can shove it up on yo' ass real slow
I′m a gangsta, but I'm a man first
Then I tolerate, no disrespect
My momma if it′s money for me
To make weed goin' slip the sex
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin′ get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
Slim Thugga, Mothafucka
I′m tryna stay rich, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit (another hit)
Stop calling on my phone man, I'm on some other shit
Just leave a nigga ′lone, I ain't goin′ suck 'cause ya fucking with
'Cause bitch you ain′t about to get no dime or no quality time
I′d rather be on my grind, smoking weed, writing rhymes
All you rapping ass niggas calling me to get signed
Want me to rap for free, you done lost yo' mind (you done lost yo′ mind)
I'ont care how long I knew ya, give a fuck if we can
We went to high school together, give a fuck if we friends
Ya ain′t talking 'bout shit if you ain′t talking 'bout ends
Bring ya ten G's, I see whatcha talking ′bout then
All you roaching ass niggas and hoes in my face (in my face)
Can′t get a crumb from me, no so don't waste (so don′t waste)
Yo mothafuckin' crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now
Bitch, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
It's a shame having a cell phone, but don′t want it to ring
′Cause I don't wanna deal with bullshit people
And the bullshit they might bring
That′s why I send them to voicemail heaven, I don't wanna talk
′Cause bullshit run a marathon, I'd rather keep it real and walk
I don′t give a damn how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ass
Especially if I die to choose between you and my cash
I'ma choose money everytime, anyway I can always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what bitches be tryna find, I′m young, black and I′m rich
If you thinking I'm goin′ pay money to hit that ass
I gotta trick fo' yo′ ugly ass
I'll just miss you right after I hit you and then go fuck yo′ friends
Then you'll be ready to commit suicide
If I never speak to you again
My nigga Grady, my nigga Rick B, my nigga Michael Corleone
Them the only three niggas phone number programmed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto, because I rule this bitch
I'm ′bout business I don′t participate in foolishness, bitch
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin′ get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won′t get none from me
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
I don't need no help my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don′t need no company lil′ momma
Even though I know you give great dome
I'd rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
Ain′t even goin' waste no gas, going to get some ass
I′ma keep my gas in my tank
Leave my money in my pocket, I never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger because I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive or how much money you got
And I don′t give a damn if y'all really like me or not
I see your lips moving, but I can't hear nothing ′cause I′m not listening
Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening
Y'all niggas be riding dicks so much y′all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO
You can shove it up on yo' ass real slow
I′m a gangsta, but I'm a man first
Then I tolerate, no disrespect
My momma if it′s money for me
To make weed goin' slip the sex
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin′ get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
Slim Thugga, Mothafucka
I′m tryna stay rich, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit (another hit)
Stop calling on my phone man, I'm on some other shit
Just leave a nigga ′lone, I ain't goin′ suck 'cause ya fucking with
'Cause bitch you ain′t about to get no dime or no quality time
I′d rather be on my grind, smoking weed, writing rhymes
All you rapping ass niggas calling me to get signed
Want me to rap for free, you done lost yo' mind (you done lost yo′ mind)
I'ont care how long I knew ya, give a fuck if we can
We went to high school together, give a fuck if we friends
Ya ain′t talking 'bout shit if you ain′t talking 'bout ends
Bring ya ten G's, I see whatcha talking ′bout then
All you roaching ass niggas and hoes in my face (in my face)
Can′t get a crumb from me, no so don't waste (so don′t waste)
Yo mothafuckin' crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now
Bitch, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me
Nigga, you ain′t gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
It's a shame having a cell phone, but don′t want it to ring
′Cause I don't wanna deal with bullshit people
And the bullshit they might bring
That′s why I send them to voicemail heaven, I don't wanna talk
′Cause bullshit run a marathon, I'd rather keep it real and walk
I don′t give a damn how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ass
Especially if I die to choose between you and my cash
I'ma choose money everytime, anyway I can always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what bitches be tryna find, I′m young, black and I′m rich
If you thinking I'm goin′ pay money to hit that ass
I gotta trick fo' yo′ ugly ass
I'll just miss you right after I hit you and then go fuck yo′ friends
Then you'll be ready to commit suicide
If I never speak to you again
My nigga Grady, my nigga Rick B, my nigga Michael Corleone
Them the only three niggas phone number programmed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto, because I rule this bitch
I'm ′bout business I don′t participate in foolishness, bitch
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin′ get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won′t get none from me
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