CALL ME by J-Dog (AU) Lyrics
I'm just counting up all this money and these bitches call me weird, but they all up inside my pocket and I got these niggas scared, and I'm up inside the kitchen and I'm whippin Brittney spears, and you know you my lil baby I put diamonds in your ears, imma North philly nigga so I had to face my fears, pick the pistol off the dresser, make his mama shed some tears, and these hoes wanna fuck my money longer than a year and I'm speeding in the Johnny, and you know I cannot stir, all these niggas really fake and I'm touching all this cake, and I'm always lookin baked, I'm just swerving thru the hate
And I'm lookin for my faith, and I'm boutta drop a tape, and you niggas better wait, don't be craving off my plate, and getting to the bag, do the dash, these niggas sad, and that bitch give me chewbaci ion wanna tag, why these bitches always mad, tell your friend to text me back, tell your friend to text me back, tryna hit her from the back, and she don't know how to act cause my pockets super fat, and I'm toting on a gat I shoot a nigga in his back, and im sippin on that ack, smokin ganja thats a fact
I ain't fuckin wit these rats
I ain't fuckin wit these rats
Hook:
Cause I'm counting up my money and these bitches call me weird, and they askin me for dollars Ion got to spare, I ain't payin for your nails and I ain't paying for your hair, you wasn't there when I was broke, to say you love me I don't care, X2
I will put you on a shirt, fuck your bitch and take her purse, swerve ya body in a herse, and I'm rippin every verse, niggas think that I'm a curse, fuck ya bitch and made her squirt, I got a hoe from sesquanna, she be giving me the work, bitches fuckin for designer, so I'm boutta drop my merch, I got all these bitches hurt, if a pussy nigga lurk, shooters make his body jerk, and I'm spending all this cash, bitches throwing all this ass, and these bitches let me smash, and these bitches always mad, niggas tryna jock my swag, cause im gettin to that bag and i got these niggas mad, cause I pull up in a forigen and that bitch she wanna fuck, I just pull up in a forigen and that bitch she wanna fuck
Hook
And I'm lookin for my faith, and I'm boutta drop a tape, and you niggas better wait, don't be craving off my plate, and getting to the bag, do the dash, these niggas sad, and that bitch give me chewbaci ion wanna tag, why these bitches always mad, tell your friend to text me back, tell your friend to text me back, tryna hit her from the back, and she don't know how to act cause my pockets super fat, and I'm toting on a gat I shoot a nigga in his back, and im sippin on that ack, smokin ganja thats a fact
I ain't fuckin wit these rats
I ain't fuckin wit these rats
Hook:
Cause I'm counting up my money and these bitches call me weird, and they askin me for dollars Ion got to spare, I ain't payin for your nails and I ain't paying for your hair, you wasn't there when I was broke, to say you love me I don't care, X2
I will put you on a shirt, fuck your bitch and take her purse, swerve ya body in a herse, and I'm rippin every verse, niggas think that I'm a curse, fuck ya bitch and made her squirt, I got a hoe from sesquanna, she be giving me the work, bitches fuckin for designer, so I'm boutta drop my merch, I got all these bitches hurt, if a pussy nigga lurk, shooters make his body jerk, and I'm spending all this cash, bitches throwing all this ass, and these bitches let me smash, and these bitches always mad, niggas tryna jock my swag, cause im gettin to that bag and i got these niggas mad, cause I pull up in a forigen and that bitch she wanna fuck, I just pull up in a forigen and that bitch she wanna fuck
Hook