U Don't Got 2 Call
Baby if you wanna jack me
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Don't hit my phone
When the nigga that you fucking send you home
This shit is child's play, I could toy with hoes but I'm grown
All I gotta say is yo
Yo, she string her ass along
Benz alone make the bitch propose, must be Sadie's charm
Phone rings
It's bout tying the knot, left her to hang, she start tying a noose
I just gave bread to the bird, of course she ended up flying the coop
Eyes on this other bitch, she a 20, 20 year old Italian masseuse
Teach her things like hands on
She can't wait to get hands on
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Baby if you wanna jack me
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
Aye
New whip, new bitch, how I'm 'posed to move
It's time to check out some new hoes, it's been overdue
I got a whole library full of older yous
You tried to book me for my paper and my mojo too
Got it back like Stella
I'm a young groovy fella
Nigga with attitude like Yella
I know your genetic code to the letter
If you don't say no vows, then bitches think you owe 'em something
Constant end of relationships
Just S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
Money on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
Just money on my
Baby if you wanna jack me
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Don't hit my phone
When the nigga that you fucking send you home
This shit is child's play, I could toy with hoes but I'm grown
All I gotta say is yo
Yo, she string her ass along
Benz alone make the bitch propose, must be Sadie's charm
Phone rings
It's bout tying the knot, left her to hang, she start tying a noose
I just gave bread to the bird, of course she ended up flying the coop
Eyes on this other bitch, she a 20, 20 year old Italian masseuse
Teach her things like hands on
She can't wait to get hands on
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Baby if you wanna jack me
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
Aye
New whip, new bitch, how I'm 'posed to move
It's time to check out some new hoes, it's been overdue
I got a whole library full of older yous
You tried to book me for my paper and my mojo too
Got it back like Stella
I'm a young groovy fella
Nigga with attitude like Yella
I know your genetic code to the letter
If you don't say no vows, then bitches think you owe 'em something
Constant end of relationships
Just S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
Money on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
S's on my dome, fuck it
Fuck it
Just money on my
Baby if you wanna jack me
You gotta get used to bitches throwing it at me
If that sound like you then, shorty, hit my jack please
I'm really tryna fuck with you, so hit me back please
It's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Said it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Girl, it's okay
It's okay, you don't got to call
Credits
Writer(s): Deen Chase
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