Turn Off Your Phone Lyrics

Baby get wet every time that she see me

Dropped a lil bag and I met her at CC

I'm in the Chi and I'm fucking wit FeFe

Just made a cool hunnid now I'm in my zone

Instagram models keep calling my phone

Bitch so bad I'm flying her home

I'm putting her on she aint even know my money was long

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

I played for Garfield, but I'll give you some semen

Money stack tall man its looking like Wee Man

Bitch so bad when I hit I need mo' cash

She got a price tag I call it throat tag

She wanna go out again I'm like ok

I gotta catch me a play Bradley Roby

Fuck around end up trapping the whole day

I gotta get me some money can't be in a hoe face

When I get back to you, you know it's all night

Know you love throwing it back throw it all night

Feeling me all in yo stomach know that's right

I got my fye on the dresser know that's right

Slim lil bitch but you know that her ass fat

When I hit from the back know I'm making her ass clap

I'm selling drugs with that drac in my backpack

Bitch I'm the plug where the fuck is the racks at?

Baby get wet every time that she see me

Dropped a lil bag and I met her at CC

I'm in the Chi and I'm fucking wit FeFe

Just made a cool hunnid now I'm in my zone

Instagram models keep calling my phone

Bitch so bad I'm flying her home

I'm putting her on she aint even know my money was long

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Turn off your phone

Baby come get this dick we grown

Baby girl leave me alone I count up that money when I'm in my feelings

I spent a check on these diamonds no fillings

I swear I'm so high that up in the ceiling

I got a bad lil bitch and I'm feeling it

Yellow Ferrari you know that I'm peeling it

Who is this bad lil bitch she killin it

Call up yo friends you know that I'm hitting em all

Swea to god I am to lit for the mall

If you give me your number ill hit you tomorrow

She letting them show she aint rocking no bra

If I give you this dick I know you gon fall

Give me some pussy ill give you my all

Don't know where you been I aint hitting you raw

I run up money I run it up often if it aint money I aint getting involved

Bitches in love cause I stack it up tall

Diamonds in my mouth now I feel like Paul Wall

Everybody waiting on a nigga downfall

Balling on niggas now I feel like John wall

Bitch need motion I'm the one she gon call

Kick a bitch out ion need a Uhaul

Fuck her so good now she can't even talk

Fuck her so good now she can't even walk