Call for It
Got a bad bitch on me and I'm used to it
Got a bankroll on me and I blew through it
When I walk through the spot I ain't new to it
Lights camera action baby only few do it
When that money come in she gone call for it
Fly shit on me I ain't hit the mall for it
Bring your own bottle baby yea we all pouring
When that shot clock hit yea we all scoring
You know
That I
Got it
Fuck you
Talkin bout if you don't think I really do this
I been ballin since a youngin don't be stupid
Niggas try to get one up on me but never do it
I got work to do and let me get right fuckin to it
You know nothin bout my hustle nigga what you thought this was about
I got blisters on my blisters just to try to get the amounts
Wasn't there when my pockets was lookin like a drought
Now I made it out
Y'all niggas will never get it with your hands out
Apply the pressure by myself nigga
I don't need no mothafuckin deal nigga
I be on my own and I still pay the bills nigga
That's why I'm known as that mothafuckin trill nigga
Got a bad bitch on me and I'm used to it
Got a bankroll on me and I blew through it
When I walk through the spot I ain't new to it
Lights camera action baby only few do it
When that money come in she gone call for it
Fly shit on me I ain't hit the mall for it
Bring your own bottle baby yea we all pouring
When that shot clock hit yea we all scoring
Got a bankroll on me and I blew through it
When I walk through the spot I ain't new to it
Lights camera action baby only few do it
When that money come in she gone call for it
Fly shit on me I ain't hit the mall for it
Bring your own bottle baby yea we all pouring
When that shot clock hit yea we all scoring
You know
That I
Got it
Fuck you
Talkin bout if you don't think I really do this
I been ballin since a youngin don't be stupid
Niggas try to get one up on me but never do it
I got work to do and let me get right fuckin to it
You know nothin bout my hustle nigga what you thought this was about
I got blisters on my blisters just to try to get the amounts
Wasn't there when my pockets was lookin like a drought
Now I made it out
Y'all niggas will never get it with your hands out
Apply the pressure by myself nigga
I don't need no mothafuckin deal nigga
I be on my own and I still pay the bills nigga
That's why I'm known as that mothafuckin trill nigga
Got a bad bitch on me and I'm used to it
Got a bankroll on me and I blew through it
When I walk through the spot I ain't new to it
Lights camera action baby only few do it
When that money come in she gone call for it
Fly shit on me I ain't hit the mall for it
Bring your own bottle baby yea we all pouring
When that shot clock hit yea we all scoring
Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Martinez
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