Don’t Call My Phone

Lyrics
[Intro] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter gone shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot [Hook] My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof Baby, who you? I need the loot Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof Baby, who you? I need the loot Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) [Verse] If it ain't bout money don't call my phone If it ain't bout work just leave me alone I pop that perc, I'm in my zone Two two threes in ya back like Bones Four oz in my cup that foam Any hood I'm in I feel like home, home, home, home alone Bad bitch twerking for me, main bitch working for me You on that bullshit, stop it I be out serving and pull up like curtains, I feel like a surgeon Well, goddamn, look like you hurting My pockets keep bursting I'm good with the earning, like awh, man Why am I working 'em, why am I curving 'em, why am I swerving 'em, awh, damn I be in the backseat lowkey, pop another pill, might OD Smoking on Frisco OG, cook it with the soda OT Boy, you can get hit like Kobe, boy, you can get hit on GP All that talking 'bout shit, you don't know me Bitch, shut the fuck up when you see me Yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me [Hook] My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof Baby, who you? I need the loot Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof Baby, who you? I need the loot Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello) Money keep calling me (hello)
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Credits
- Writers
- Chetta