Bootycall Lyrics

Huh, 9 missed calls

Numbers high like my weight, call me Rick Ross

I got her in my phone, single letter, got sauce

But she want cash, so I'm makin' sure that phones off

I gottem wonderin', like "What the hell he doin'?"

Prolly playin' 2K while he let the homie screw 'em

Fat cap, first half, man you prolly right

But first things first, you gotta keep yo circle tight, yuh

I got bigger issues in my DM's

Got my listens goin' up, girls on the PM

Can't let 'em sleep, yea you know it's time to get to leavin'

'Cause all my homies run 'til 5, we in the deep end, yuh

Ion fuck wit bitches only talkin' they worst days

Ion fuck wit homies only talkin' they best plays

So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me

It's as simple as this, bitch, you none my business

I ain't givin', I'm not Santa, and this is not Christmas

'Cause I'm up now, 50 rounds

One trigger, boy scout

'Cause this time around, imma count you

It's as simple as this, bitch, you none my business

I ain't givin', I'm not Santa, and this is not Christmas

'Cause I'm up now, 50 rounds

One trigger, boy scout

'Cause this time around, imma count you

Out

So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me

So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me

So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me

So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt

'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me