Call My Phone

Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you hoes can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of you nappy head hoes gon' get none from me

****, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you **** can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of my fake-ass homeboys gon' get none from me

I don't need no help, my ****

I can do better on my own

And I don't need no company, lil' mama

Even though I know you give great dome

I'd rather play my X-Box 360 while smokin' and sippin' drank

I ain't even gon' waste no gas goin' 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 don't give a 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 nothin'

'Cause I'm not listenin'

Ho, you only talkin' to me because my teeth are glistenin'-in

Y'all **** be riding dick so much y'all need a dildo

That way when you think about Z-Ro

You can shove it up in your ass real slow

I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first

And I tolerate no disrespect

Lil mama, if there's money for me to make

We gon' skip 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 not one of you nappy head hoes gon' get none from me

****, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you **** can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of my fake-ass homeboys gon' get none from me

I'm tryin' to stay rich, fuck a bitch

I'd rather hit the studio and make another hit

Stop callin' on my phone, mane

I'm on some other shit

Just leave a **** 'lone

I ain't the suckers you fuckin' with

'Cause bitch you ain't about to get no dime or no quality time

I'd rather be on my grind smokin' weed, writin' rhymes

All you rappin' ass ****

Call to me to get signed

Want me to rap for free

You done lost your mind

I don't care how long I knew ya

Or give a fuck if we kin

We went to high school together

Give a fuck if we friends

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout ends

Bring me ten Gs, I'll see what you're talkin' 'bout then

All you roachin' ass **** and hoes in my face

Can't get a crumb from me, no, so don't waste

Your motherfuckin' time tryin' to plot on mine

I got my cash and my stash locked down, so now, huh

Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you hoes can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of you nappy head hoes gon' get none from me

****, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you **** can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of my fake-ass homeboys gon' get none from me

It's the same havin' 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 'em 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 about how pretty you look

You can still kiss my ass

Especially if I gotta choose

Between you and my cash

I'ma choose money every time

Anyway, I can always get a new whip

Besides I'm what bitches be tryin' to find

I'm young, black, and I'm rich

If you thinkin' I'm gon' pay money to hit that ass

I got a trick for your ugly ass

I'll dismiss you right after I hit you

And then go fuck your friends

And you'll be ready to commit suicide

If I never speak to you again

My **** Grady, my **** Rick B, my **** Michael Corleone

Them the only three **** phone numbers 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 not one of you nappy head hoes gon' get none from me

****, you ain't gotta call my phone

Matter of fact, all you **** can leave me alone

I just want my money

And not one of my fake-ass homeboys gon' get none from me