Philthy Rich, Jim Jones - Money Be Calling lyrics

I'm addicted to bitches
Yeah these niggas on hating
These niggas be hatin
Yeah these niggas be hatin
I said that money be callin
That money be callin that money be callin
Yeah that money be callin
I'm addicted to bitches
Getting money and ballin
And these niggas be hatin
Hatin trippin no stallin
Now that money be callin
That money be callin that money be callin
I'm addicted to bitches
Gettin money and ballin
And these niggas be hatin
Hatin trippin no stallin
Money on my line so I
Answer on the first race
Ballin like I'm supposed to be these niggas
3rd streets, Thousand on these reds
I'm allergic to
The feds, he just dreamin bout the money
He ain't woke up out the bed
Here's young Philthy Rich sim
City money man, pistol niggas I was on the
Corner wit is who I eat with, sim city
To harlem, me and that money keep callin, and
Nigga been ballin, I ain't
Talkin bout Spardin, ask them outside and
You can hear from a mile away
We might sit up front is what I
Told the valet, tip to my honey yeah
The key up in the hunter
I was stuck in the trap tryin to test
My first hundred, and that money keep callin
It's straight through no three way
Locked behind them cells that
Bitch won't answer my three way
It was ringin
Of the hook, no money on my books
Now that money keep callin I know you
Hear it in the hood bitches yeah
I said that money be callin
That money be callin that money be callin
Yeah that money be callin
I'm addicted to bitches
Getting money and ballin
And these niggas be hatin
Hatin trippin no stallin
Now that money be callin
That money be callin that money be callin
Yeah that money be callin
I'm addicted to bitches
Getting money and ballin
And these niggas be hatin
Hatin trippin no stallin
When the money calls, we can talk
Cash, it's twelve a man, them bitches
Know where that fork at, only two
Foreigns, so the shit growlin, when we hit
The club we need ten bottles we
Straight wil'n, hit the dealer, make a
Baller choice, either hard top or that
Soft thing on that Rolls Royce
I just flew in with some bad
Bitches I flew in I'm
In a drop top with two seats and I'm
Only thinkin about two in, my niggas lie
Got a few in, ya'll in the building
The mob niggas bout to move in, we come
To gamble, blowin dough in Vegas
No real niggas that ball harder than the
Oakland Raiders, cemeteries
Seminary's, kill zone, big watches
With wheel stones, we
Deal drugs, we don't deal with phones
I quarter thrill when I first
Bring that mill home
Now that money be callin
That money be callin that money be callin
Yeah that money be callin
I'm addicted to bitches
Getting money and ballin
And these niggas be hatin
Hatin trippin no stallin