PHONE RING

Lyrics

[Intro] Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean Pull up, I'm letting the door swing [Chorus] Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean Pull up, I'm letting the door swing Smoking on green, I got protein Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing Double my cup, sipping codeine My bitch she bad, she so mean That money come in when the phone ring Ball on these niggas like home team Counting up money, that nigga got no green That bitch she don't know what "No" mean Sipping it like I got no spleen Double my cup, I need more lean We show the love to the [?] Geeked the fuck up, I pop four beans Choppa on me got a whole beam Ain't fuck with 12 since like fourteen Foreign coupe it got like four screens You know that's every hoe dreams Pulling up to the whole scene Niggas asking "What are those jeans?" [Verse 1] Smoke gas yeah, we blow steam Diamonds shine, he got no bling All this ice like it's no cream I got dick to make the hoe scream Fucked a bad bitch from the Philippines Got a model chick from the magazines Yeah that money stretching like a limousine Making rap money, got hella streams Real trap nigga, I got hella schemes These VV diamonds, you can see the gleam Niggas hate me, tryna intervene Money and the drugs, I'm right in between Real-life, I don't need a thing Rather make money, not a mean Dirty boy yeah he too extreme That nigga broke, it's not what it seem [Chorus] Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean Pull up, I'm letting the door swing Smoking on green, I got protein Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing Double my cup, sipping codeine My bitch she bad, she so mean That money come in when the phone ring Ball on these niggas like home team Counting up money, that nigga got no green That bitch she don't know what "No" mean Sipping it like I got no spleen Double my cup, I need more lean We show the love to the [?] Geeked the fuck up, I pop four beans Choppa on me got a whole beam Ain't fuck with 12 since like fourteen Foreign coupe it got like four screens You know that's every hoe dreams Pulling up to the whole scene Niggas asking "What are those jeans?" [Verse 2] Choppa my hip yeah we sticking together Freshie too fly like a motherhfucking feather Put dirt in my cup then I mix it together I'm sipping on medicine, feel a lil better I had to cut that hoe 'cause that bitch, you ain't act right I put a scope on my choppa like [?] sight Diamonds they shining yo eye like a motherfucking flashlight [Outro] I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it Yeah lil dirty, he dirty, you know what I'm on When I count up the - hold on When I count up the money can't talk on the phone She say I look good but the money too grown