Z-Ro - Call My Phone lyrics
[Z-Ro - Call My Phone lyrics]
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
I don't need know help my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil momma
Even tho I know you give great dome
I rather play my Xbox 360
While smoking and sipping drank
Ain't even goin waste no gas
Going to get some ass
I'm a keep my gas in my tank
Keep my money in my pocket I
Never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger
Cause I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive
Or how much money ya got
And I don't giva damn if y'all
Really like me or not
I see ya lips moving but
I can't hear nothing
Cause I'm not listening
Hoe you only talking to me
Because my teeth are glistening
Y'all niggas be riding dicks so
Much y'all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO
You can shove it up on yo ass real slow
I'm a gangsta but I'm a
Man first, then I tolerate, no disrespect
My momma if it's money for me to
Make weed goin slip the sex
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
Slim Thugga, Mothafucka
I'm tryna stay rich, fuck a bitch
(fuck a bitch)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit
(another hit) stop calling on my phone mayn
I'm on some other shit
Just leave a nigga 'lone
I ain't goin suck cause ya fucking with
Cause bitch you ain't about to get
No dime or no quality time
I rather be on my grind, smoking weed
Writing rhymes
All you rapping ass niggas calling
Me to get signed want me to rap for free
You done lost yo mind
(you done lost yo mind)
I'ont care how long I knew ya
Give a fuck if we can
Went to high school together giva
Fuck if we friends
Ya ain't talking bout shit if
You ain't talking bout ends
Bring ya ten G's
I see what'cha talking bout then
All you roaching ass niggas and
Hoes in my face
Can't get a crumb from me, no so don't waste
Yo mothafuckin crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
It's a shame having a cell phone
But don't want it to ring
Cause, I don't wanna deal
With bull shit people
And the bull shit they might bring
That's why I send them the voice mail heaven
(I don't wanna talk)
Cause bull shit run a marathon
I rather keep it real and walk
I don't giva damn how pretty you look
You can still kiss my ass
Especially if I die to choose
Between you and my cash
I'm a choose money everytime
Anyway I always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what bitches be
Tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich
If you thinking I'm goin pay
Money to hit that ass
I gotta trick fo yo ugly ass
I'll just miss you right after I hit
You and then go fuck yo friends
Then you'll be ready to
Committing suicide and
Then I'll never speak to you again
My nigga Grady, my nigga Rick B
My nigga Michael Corleone
There them only three niggas phone
Number programed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto
Because I rule this bitch
I'm bout business I don't
Participate in foolishness, bitch
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
I don't need know help my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil momma
Even tho I know you give great dome
I rather play my Xbox 360
While smoking and sipping drank
Ain't even goin waste no gas
Going to get some ass
I'm a keep my gas in my tank
Keep my money in my pocket I
Never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger
Cause I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive
Or how much money ya got
And I don't giva damn if y'all
Really like me or not
I see ya lips moving but
I can't hear nothing
Cause I'm not listening
Hoe you only talking to me
Because my teeth are glistening
Y'all niggas be riding dicks so
Much y'all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO
You can shove it up on yo ass real slow
I'm a gangsta but I'm a
Man first, then I tolerate, no disrespect
My momma if it's money for me to
Make weed goin slip the sex
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
Slim Thugga, Mothafucka
I'm tryna stay rich, fuck a bitch
(fuck a bitch)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit
(another hit) stop calling on my phone mayn
I'm on some other shit
Just leave a nigga 'lone
I ain't goin suck cause ya fucking with
Cause bitch you ain't about to get
No dime or no quality time
I rather be on my grind, smoking weed
Writing rhymes
All you rapping ass niggas calling
Me to get signed want me to rap for free
You done lost yo mind
(you done lost yo mind)
I'ont care how long I knew ya
Give a fuck if we can
Went to high school together giva
Fuck if we friends
Ya ain't talking bout shit if
You ain't talking bout ends
Bring ya ten G's
I see what'cha talking bout then
All you roaching ass niggas and
Hoes in my face
Can't get a crumb from me, no so don't waste
Yo mothafuckin crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me
It's a shame having a cell phone
But don't want it to ring
Cause, I don't wanna deal
With bull shit people
And the bull shit they might bring
That's why I send them the voice mail heaven
(I don't wanna talk)
Cause bull shit run a marathon
I rather keep it real and walk
I don't giva damn how pretty you look
You can still kiss my ass
Especially if I die to choose
Between you and my cash
I'm a choose money everytime
Anyway I always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what bitches be
Tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich
If you thinking I'm goin pay
Money to hit that ass
I gotta trick fo yo ugly ass
I'll just miss you right after I hit
You and then go fuck yo friends
Then you'll be ready to
Committing suicide and
Then I'll never speak to you again
My nigga Grady, my nigga Rick B
My nigga Michael Corleone
There them only three niggas phone
Number programed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto
Because I rule this bitch
I'm bout business I don't
Participate in foolishness, bitch
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy headed
Hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass
Homeboys won't get none from me