Freddie Gibbs, Juicy J - Pick The Phone Up lyrics

Yeah, yeah
All my hoes sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
A nigga acting different, oh
You know what I'm sayin'?
Got the mink stone over the AP, ya bitch
You feel me? Ha ha haha

Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)

I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera
The sport (Woo, the sport)
Took yo' bitch and her friend on a trip
Fucked them hoes on resorts, uh, yeah
(Whip it hard) at the house with the powder
The Pyrex, the soda, the fork
Got some blow for them hoes
On the table, the yayo get snorted
Gettin backie on the Bentley seats
Hoe gon' suck the soul out to finish me
(yeah)
All my old hoes see a different me (yeah)
Told 'em, "I got rich nigga energy" (yeah)
Went from A to Z but bitch I been a G
(yeah, yeah)
Choose to love a hoe, get steady, pickin' me
I don't fuck with Lexus or Infiniti
(yeah, yeah)
Tesla run off rich nigga energy, nigga, what?
Yeah, I got the, I got the doggy on deck
Got the dope at the port (Dope at the pork)
At the house with the powder
The Pyrex, the soda, the fork
I just clapped up the witness
Them bitches ain't show up in court
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera
The sport

Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down)
What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the fuck up"
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)

Yeah, this water is drippin' like
It's from the lake
This Ferrari same color as a bumblebee
(Mm hm)
These niggas ain't nothin' but some wannabes
Pussy ass nigga need some
Cut a nigga bitch, machete, mm
Cuts on my wrist, the Pate', mm
I'm the type of nigga that's
Gettin' to the money
But, you the type of nigga
That's gon' tell it, mm
I met that chick out in Trinidad
I got that drip that you wish you had
I got another Rolls Royce comin'
Goddamnit, I got a bigger pad
Used to be broke 'til I got me some green
Handle more paper than a copy machine
I take a bitch out the projects
Boss her life up
Now she go and get to shop at Celine
Boy, you wanna get in my way? (Way)
All that hatin' don't pay (Don't pay)
All these pointers in my watch
If time is money, I ain't never been late
Runnin' through the money like I'm
Runnin' through a maze
Somethin' like Lee Corso with the plays
Rich nigga chillin' and I'm
Still gettin' paid
Maybach so big, it came with a maid, nigga!

A maid, nigga! I got a maid in that bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
With a big ass, real big ass, nigga
And some silicone titties (What?)

Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down
(Put your phone down) uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now
(I got them all now)