Money Callin' ft. Trezmane & Yung Deco Lyrics

(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)

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

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

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

Phone on DND lil bitch, sorry

(?) game trash 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

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