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"Money Phone"

[Verse 1:]
Just counted up twenty racks, my new Rollie worth 10K
Hit the bar, threw twenty stacks, got twenty traps that's full of yay
Shot it out with a fuck nigga that wanted beef cause he full of hate
I put cheese on a nigga head, if you wanna eat, come fill your plate
Any problems, my niggas solve 'em, running shit like my niggas jogging
Fifty Gs in a pillowcase, since money talk, that's pillow talk
Sipping Acki, I'm tripping, papi
High off molly, I'm dipping, papi
Never smile, but I'm trigger happy
I'll pa-pa, have you missing family
Green Guy, but I'm Cripping, nigga
Straight mud what I'm sipping, nigga
Shoutout to my blood niggas, we getting scratch like we itching nigga
Hit the club and throw crazy money, Grand Hustle, we tipping, nigga
I got a Chevy on twelve lines, do the math, two sixes, nigga

Count money all day [x4]
Every time my line ring, it's 10-5, this the money phone [x2]
Bitch, I'm on my money phone [x2]
Every time my line ring, it's 10-5, this the money phone
Count money all day [x4]

[Verse 2:]
My white buffies the whitest
Forgiatos the highest
Cream soda, sold purple, I stay acting up like sinus
Y'all niggas just bitch niggas, my money tall as a giant
I stay copping work, bitch, I'm buying
Rest in peace to Green Guy Ryan
You can ask my clientele, hit my line cause I'm buying bales
Sipping drank, I'm high as hell, my bitch rolling, she high as well
Pray to God that I beat this case, start trial in a couple weeks
Shoot a nigga like forty times, they gone wrap his body in a couple sheets
I'm in the bar, off a bar, standing on the table, I'm up in Sphinx
I live that life, it's no fairytale, name one nigga that can fuck with me
Bitch, I fuck with street niggas, I charge niggas to cut the D
I hang with goons that'll ice a nigga, soon as they touch the heat


[Verse 3 - Icewear Vezzo:]
Bitch, my mama ain't no ho, bitch, my daddy ain't no ho
Bitch, my brother ain't no ho, why you tryna play me like a ho?
Bitch, my mama ain't no ho, my daddy ain't no ho
My family ain't no hoes, quit tryna play me like a ho


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