Money Callin’ (ft. Trezmane & Yung Deco)

[Intro]
All these niggas be buggin'. Asking me for shit, asking me for handouts, asking me for sauce, asking how to do this, asking how to do that. Nigga, fuck off my shit. You ain't getting shit. You gotta give me 500. I need 500 at least, and it's another 500 after that, cuz I didn't get the first payment, & then another 500, & then another

[Hook]
Oh shit, its the money callin'
Bands dropping too the floor, they just keep fallin'
Spending racks everyday, & ima keep ballin'
Left the scale at home, gotta eye ball it
Feds knocking on the wrong door, I got a VPN
Another SSN, had to make another CPN
Nigga you ain't VIP, nigga you can't get in
Five racks on my fit bitch, I don't fit in
Wearing Palm Angels еveryday, but I keep sinning
New dumps evеryday, god damn, them shits be hitting
You ain't got no real vendor that's why your shit be missing
I tried to teach my ex bitch but she ain't wanna listen

I just picked up a pack, I don't even know the strain
Got some head from a groupie, I don't even know her name
I'm high and poured up, damn, swerving in every lane
Finessed a nigga out his shit, he was new to the game
I could tell that nigga ain't on nun, I could tell he was lame
God damn I'm dozing off, I don't know what I'm saying
I'm sippin' on some tech, hmm, gotta put it in some Sprite
These 5.56's go through your body, take your life
I see stars in my whip even when it's not night
I got my shooter to the side so there's no need to fight
My niggas gon' slide even when they know it's not right
They pull up 30 round clip, & a red dot sight

Trap door like taco tuesday, lined outside, it looks like (?)
Send shells, knock the beef out that boy burrito
& take that money like its nachos (not yours)
I'm bout' my cheese like Cheetos
Bitch shut the fuck up, I know you see me on the phone money callin'
I wake up everyday just to flex on broke niggas, my main hobby
Wake up everyday just to ball on niggas change my name to
Play for keeps, I'm ball hogging (?)

Wake up everyday, put that shit on, damn I'm fresh as fuck
True Religion with the glick on me, come & test your luck
Swerving foreigns, bending corners, my main hobby
Getting money, the other hobby, leave a broke hoe in the damn lobby
I'm on DND lil bitch, sorry
(?) that bitch salty
My whip came with a remote control like Atari
Damn I dress better than a Barbie
Man I'm high as the fuck, I could free fall
Parachute better match my drawls
Told em' kiss my ass, I'm ballin'
Money on my wrist, a faucet

[Hook]
Oh shit, its the money callin'
Bands dropping too the floor, they just keep fallin'
Spending racks everyday, & ima keep ballin'
Left the scale at home, gotta eye ball it
Feds knocking on the wrong door, I got a VPN
Another SSN, had to make another CPN
Nigga you ain't VIP, nigga you can't get in
Five racks on my fit bitch, I don't fit in
Wearing Palm Angels everyday, but I keep sinning
New dumps everyday, god damn, them shits be hitting
You ain't got no real vendor that's why your shit be missing
I tried to teach my ex bitch but she ain't wanna listen