8 Missed Calls Lyrics

He got a woman at home, they don't really get along

8 missed calls, she never picking up the phone

He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned

And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)

That just mean you got to leave her

She never communicate, she want you to mind read her

But baby I can't do that for ya

So go ahead and find another man that can do that for ya

Baby I don't know what you been through, but you gotta let me know

And I'm sorry I ain't text you back, baby, I was on the road

Babe, you know I'm counting up my racks and you know I had to do a couple shows

And I really, want to heal your heart and soul

Bae, I really want to heal your heart and soul

Baby, I don't know what you arguing for

We got a long future ahead of us, I hope that you know

And you ain't going no where, don't you walk out that door

'Cause you gon' want to come back (Back)

'Cause I'm counting up my racks (Counting racks)

And I'm counting up my paper (My moolah)

Baby but you knew that

He got a woman at home, they don't really get along

8 missed calls, she never picking up the phone

He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned

And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)

Yeah, that's what the money do

She leave and come back, just like she playing Peek-A-Boo

I want it black and yellow just like it's Pikachu

I been counting up the blues since my mom was 42

They don't call me the money man for no reason

That's just how it go, though

Money change, people change, girls change, everybody change

It's just the way of life

Even though I know this shit ain't right

I'm getting green

Goodnight

He got a woman at home, they don't really get along

8 missed calls, she never picking up the phone

He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned

And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)

I done seen it happen, a couple times

In the end I always knew, the sun would shine

Who would ever thought the fall of us would be the summertime?

I'm from the bottom of the bottom, babe, I come from troubled times

So I really need you with me

And I'm shooting shots just like Steph just dropping 60

I'm riding down the city and you know I keep the Blicky

Popping out in all black, wearing my 750s

I got dogs fighting in the cage, no Mike Vick

I got shooters all around, like Mike Zick

I'm the realest in the town, I might sit

And I'm riding 'round the whole town in my Crown Vic

That's a Crown Victoria (Haha)

These hoes hella annoying (Hella)

And you know I keep it with me (Keep it with me)

And you know I got the Blicky (Got the Blicky)

He got the glizzy with him (Got glizzy with him)

That's a Mike Zick shot (Ha)

'Cause you know that he hitting (Yeah)

And you know she gon' feel it

He got a woman at home, they don't really get along

8 missed calls, she never picking up the phone

He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned

And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone

He got a woman at home, they don't really get along

8 missed calls, she never picking up the phone

He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned

And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Uh-huh, Uh-huh, yeah)

Say man, shout-out my nigga Marsol, shoutout Koa

Shoutout Lee Bo, man you clean boy, you clean boy (Haha)

Shoutout Mike Zick, shout-out Big Laf, shoutout Quan

Shoutout Lik, shout-out Sherweenie boy, shout-out all them boys man (Foreal)

All glory to God (Amen)

Love y'all boys man, shout-out Raja

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