Dave East, Buda, Grandz, DJ Drama - Call the Promoters lyrics

Back out the trucks park up the foreigns
I'm trying to stay low i don’t give no fucks
I came for the bucks got money to blow
I was just stuck just trying to get up
Until I was broke when it come to family
Shit I had the least now I got the most
Tell the promoters we boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass all I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last

Bring out the hundreds tonight
The 50s could leave at the crib
(leave at the crib)
Take all the 20s 10s I give
Them shit's all to my kids
(give to my daughters)
I was the nigga that tried to
Show love when y'all just hating
(y'all niggas was hating) i look at them now
Not doing too well it is what it is
Jump out a rover if I get pulled over
I don’t got no license
I done got back in with Buda
And Grandz we might get indicted
Nothing but crack and paraphernalia that's
All of my cypher these nigga don't write it
Like I write it never had nobody write it
I get just excited pouring out my thoughts
Money not good till it's in the vault
This was the case nobody saw
If we get snatched nobody talk
(shut the fuck up) if we get snatched
Nobody talk this was the case nobody saw

Back out the trucks and park up the foriegns
I'm trying to stay low
(back all the trucks out)
I don't give no fucks i came for the bucks
Got money to blow
(all I want is money nigga) i was just stuck
Just trying to get up could tell I was broke
(you could see it) when it come to family
Shit I had the least now I got the most
Tell the promoters we boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (we bout to pull up)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass (we on yo top)
All I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash (real fast, real fast)
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last

I keep my youngin away from the
Drama I know he'll squeeze
(I know he'll blast)
I told the people about my
Survivor then went overseas
(I went overseas) i was a juvenile when they
Put out 400 degrees i fucked up a schedule
Cause after we fuck she ain’t wanna leave
Back on my bullshit
Nothing but pain the way that I started
(way that I started) my draws from Saks
Sneakers from Louis my tees from target
Hustle always told me run a lap
Now a nigga just jogging
(niggas just cruising)
Could’ve opened up a store anywhere
I got it in Harlem
Entrepreneur these niggas be acting like
They don't want money
See opportunity as soon as you get
It they look at you funny
Some of the best shit I ever
Learned I got from a junkie
Most of them same hoes used to curve me
Now them bitches want me
Back up the trucks and park up the foreigns
Don’t want them to see me i done came up
They hate on my light but they want to be me
I holla at Maza to make sure that
The diamonds is nothing but Fiji (Auga)
Why is you mad at Mario you
Ain't built to be Luigi

Back out the trucks and park up the foriegns
I'm trying to stay low i don't give no fucks
I came for the bucks got money to blow
I was just stuck just trying to get up
Could tell I was broke
When it come to family shit I had the least
Now I got the most
Tell the promoters we boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass all I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last