Joey Trap - Money Callin' lyrics
[Joey Trap - Money Callin' lyrics]
Akachi Beats, that's my brother right these
Na’ sayin'? Lah
Look, hey this my life
Countin' these hundreds everyday always bite
What? Haha, Trap, look, okay
Six in the mornin’
Hop out the bed, she's sleepin' while yawnin'
Nigga, I'm on it
Hop on my phone, the money keep callin'
Money keep callin', huh
The money keep callin'
Hop on my phone, haha, look, aye, look
Cellphone, man, the money keep callin’
Throw bands and the money keep fallin’
Ball hard, like I play for the Warriors
Shooter with me, yeah, the nigga retarded
Brody with me got the stick, we don't fight
Spaceship, foreign whip is all white
Smokin’ dope, I be seein' the light
Money callin', phone ringin' all night
I need it pronto
Cookin’ the dough, yeah, I'm smokin' Gelato
I'm in Toronto
Just got a check, might buy a condo
I cannot sleep cause the money keep callin'
Flood out the wrist, it gon' drip
Like a faucet
Hop out the jet and I chill in the choppas
I cannot talk cause the money keep callin'
Money keep callin'
I cannot talk, the money keep callin'
Money keep callin', huh, money keep callin'
Look six in the mornin'
Hop out the bed, she's sleepin' while yawnin'
Nigga, I'm on it, hop on my phone
The money keep callin'
Money keep callin', hop on my phone
The money keep callin'
This my life, countin' these
Hundreds everyday always bite, what?
This my life
Countin' these hundreds everyday always- Aye
Gucci, Saint Laurent, I swear to god
My fit is flammable
My bitch got a bitch, she eat her out
I call it cannibal
I got bread, my pockets full
Pistol big, I tuck it too
This not my fault, duck and move
Spent three bands on Gucci shoes
Tell you a fact, uh, my wallet s packed
Shoutout my bitch, I can make her intact
It's Joey, baby, I body trap
Just 17, I was flippin' the pack
It's a machine, light it off at yo' back
I know I'm 20, but, yeah, I'm a vet
I be grippin' the- grippin' the tack
She fall in love, I just want the neck
It's YRS till the death
I fuck your bitch and we makin' a mess
I fuck your bitch and I'm keepin' her, uh
What?
I'ma, keep her now, her for later
Her for later, now or later
I can't really tell which one to fuckin'-
Na’ sayin'? Lah
Look, hey this my life
Countin' these hundreds everyday always bite
What? Haha, Trap, look, okay
Six in the mornin’
Hop out the bed, she's sleepin' while yawnin'
Nigga, I'm on it
Hop on my phone, the money keep callin'
Money keep callin', huh
The money keep callin'
Hop on my phone, haha, look, aye, look
Cellphone, man, the money keep callin’
Throw bands and the money keep fallin’
Ball hard, like I play for the Warriors
Shooter with me, yeah, the nigga retarded
Brody with me got the stick, we don't fight
Spaceship, foreign whip is all white
Smokin’ dope, I be seein' the light
Money callin', phone ringin' all night
I need it pronto
Cookin’ the dough, yeah, I'm smokin' Gelato
I'm in Toronto
Just got a check, might buy a condo
I cannot sleep cause the money keep callin'
Flood out the wrist, it gon' drip
Like a faucet
Hop out the jet and I chill in the choppas
I cannot talk cause the money keep callin'
Money keep callin'
I cannot talk, the money keep callin'
Money keep callin', huh, money keep callin'
Look six in the mornin'
Hop out the bed, she's sleepin' while yawnin'
Nigga, I'm on it, hop on my phone
The money keep callin'
Money keep callin', hop on my phone
The money keep callin'
This my life, countin' these
Hundreds everyday always bite, what?
This my life
Countin' these hundreds everyday always- Aye
Gucci, Saint Laurent, I swear to god
My fit is flammable
My bitch got a bitch, she eat her out
I call it cannibal
I got bread, my pockets full
Pistol big, I tuck it too
This not my fault, duck and move
Spent three bands on Gucci shoes
Tell you a fact, uh, my wallet s packed
Shoutout my bitch, I can make her intact
It's Joey, baby, I body trap
Just 17, I was flippin' the pack
It's a machine, light it off at yo' back
I know I'm 20, but, yeah, I'm a vet
I be grippin' the- grippin' the tack
She fall in love, I just want the neck
It's YRS till the death
I fuck your bitch and we makin' a mess
I fuck your bitch and I'm keepin' her, uh
What?
I'ma, keep her now, her for later
Her for later, now or later
I can't really tell which one to fuckin'-