Kriptonite, Thursday - Money Calling lyrics
[Kriptonite, Thursday - Money Calling lyrics]
Yeah, yeah don, Kriptonite
From mawning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Hmmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming
About ma paper gotta get that bag dawg
From Jamaica but we in a trap yard
Selling crap and making tracks
Now ima trap star
I gotta get ma mom a thousand racks dawg
Base jumping, money hunting
Economical disfunction a couldn’t function
Gotta make something from nothing
You should see the place that i grew up in
They be mad cause me shot in a the place
(hot) go tell dem bwoy de me have
Da Glock ya pon mi waist (graahh)
Brazilian catty pon mi cocky and a brace
And when me feel like
Me hold the racks up to me ears (hello)
From me born my life set a way
Puffing haze looking fi a betta way
So me trap and pray fi betta days
Fi me rest a days
From morning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Mhmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming
Ball like Spaulding money calling
Cash, cards, visa cry me a river
Money calling
Picking can’t wait till morning
I been local I want foreign
Foreign bitches white like cotton yah
Different type of commas
Persian bitches snort through dollars
I want euros I been sponsored
I got slimes I’m in response for
Trap phone ring like beeper
Put myself on like a t shirt
Brand new money for a feature
Money calling and I need her yah
Sprite is pink I’m leanin
Shorty smoke my reefer yah
Bake her like Anita yah
Money calling I can’t leave her yah
From morning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Mhmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming
From mawning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Hmmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming
About ma paper gotta get that bag dawg
From Jamaica but we in a trap yard
Selling crap and making tracks
Now ima trap star
I gotta get ma mom a thousand racks dawg
Base jumping, money hunting
Economical disfunction a couldn’t function
Gotta make something from nothing
You should see the place that i grew up in
They be mad cause me shot in a the place
(hot) go tell dem bwoy de me have
Da Glock ya pon mi waist (graahh)
Brazilian catty pon mi cocky and a brace
And when me feel like
Me hold the racks up to me ears (hello)
From me born my life set a way
Puffing haze looking fi a betta way
So me trap and pray fi betta days
Fi me rest a days
From morning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Mhmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming
Ball like Spaulding money calling
Cash, cards, visa cry me a river
Money calling
Picking can’t wait till morning
I been local I want foreign
Foreign bitches white like cotton yah
Different type of commas
Persian bitches snort through dollars
I want euros I been sponsored
I got slimes I’m in response for
Trap phone ring like beeper
Put myself on like a t shirt
Brand new money for a feature
Money calling and I need her yah
Sprite is pink I’m leanin
Shorty smoke my reefer yah
Bake her like Anita yah
Money calling I can’t leave her yah
From morning I’ve been starving
Having nothing, now we balling
Money calling (that mula)
I picked up when she was calling
Mhmm a keep humming, cuz a can see it coming