Callin' Me ft. 112 Lyrics

Callin' Me ft. 112 - Lil Zane

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Callin' Me"

(feat. 112)

I live the life of a celebrity

A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see

[<spoken> Lil Zane (112)]

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

<Can I talk to you for a minute?

It's like I been doin a lot of interviews

Just people be callin my name everywhere, "Hey zane!">

(so crazy life's so, crazy)

<cmon>

I live the life of a celebrity

A made figga way bigger than them other cats you love to see

I'm getting paid like I'm supposed to

My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too

I switched positions with them cold cats

I write raps, make millions like that

I like that (hey yeah) really never was a rich man

A rubber band for a wrist band

Got dough and had to switch plans

Trouble still don't stop

The freeway getting chased by some bad bitches

wanting autographed pictures (oohh)

They want my name tattooed on them

thinkin for a minute hit that ass make a move on them

Hey! Hennessey with the chardonnay, mix it

I put the trees in the ??, twist it (whooaa yeah)

A true player smoking purple haze

Two shots in the air for my true thugs out there

(This life I live of mine)

[Chorus: 112, (Lil' Zane)]

This life I live of mine (yeah)

This life is crazy (yeah)

I waste no time at all (ahuh)

They won't stop calling me (it's goin down baby)

This life I live of mine (yeah)

This life is crazy (yeah ahuh)

I waste no time at all

They won't stop calling me (ugh)

Calling me, calling me, calling me (Hey Lil' Zane!), say my name!

Calling me, calling me, calling me (Hey Lil' Zane!), say my name!

Let me explain what the game is like

I did a show in california had to be in Las Vegas the same night

Me and 112 on the same flight and getting tired

It aint easy being worldwide (worldwide, worldwide, worldwide)

I seen murder come with fame in this rap game

Gotta stay straped if you rap so i pack thangs

All my dogs pack thangs

Aand plus we love to ball

Dont want no problem with you homie I mean none at all (not at all)

And to my rich cats with them big faced bills in the air

My po' cats sell more sex to you

Love green millionaires

Been all around the world

Turned the squares into true players

Cheap watches turned to Cartiers

Locals turned to gators

Point 3's turn to 5 c's all these car keys

Jump in the benz and hit The Shark Bar

You know they love to see a hot star

[Chorus: Lil' Zane w/ variations]

And for my dogs I ain't seen in awhile

I still got love for y'all ain't got a chance to return your call

I'm in chicago

I'm getting paid man bigger figgas everywhere that I go

I'm still hearing about drama poppin in the hood

Heard everybody doing good and i like that

Irv said y'all got the block locked

He tell me K and big Chris driving drop tops

Flossing I'm getting letters hard to write back

Put a fly picture in the mail hope they like that

Prayin that the fame don't kill us all

The magazines to the big screens

He ain't easy as the shit seems

Throwin up my dueces as a pass by

Showing love to the southside all the players outside

And we gon' spend G's tonight

Hotel's on me shit's free tonight

C'mon!

[Chorus to fade with variations]