2 Cell Phones
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
All of my ns is ready to shoot
They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me
False alarm, just got her period
And she wasn't serious, what a relief
Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got the physique
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I'm in my section, I look a king
She lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
She do not know, she 'bout to get curved
I met her before, she ain't wanna speak
I had a three, with two of your fans
Can't say no names, I kept it discreet
Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
I asked God for someone like me
He said, "I can't, I made you unique"
She came to my house, sat on the couch
Indian style, she know I'm the chief
I got cameras all over the crib
Come to my spot, gotta sign a release
If she in my DM, I know she a freak
You 'bout to be f' with somebody niece
Took off her clothes, sat on the bed,
Still smell her body spray all on my sheets
Crazy sh*t is I ain't even hit it,
I know she was with it, but I fell asleep
Don't got the heart to tell her to go,
I just act like I got somewhere to be
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
All of my ns is ready to shoot
They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me
False alarm, just got her period
She wasn't serious, what a relief
Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got the physique
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
All of my ns is ready to shoot
They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me
False alarm, just got her period
And she wasn't serious, what a relief
Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got the physique
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I'm in my section, I look a king
She lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
She do not know, she 'bout to get curved
I met her before, she ain't wanna speak
I had a three, with two of your fans
Can't say no names, I kept it discreet
Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
I asked God for someone like me
He said, "I can't, I made you unique"
She came to my house, sat on the couch
Indian style, she know I'm the chief
I got cameras all over the crib
Come to my spot, gotta sign a release
If she in my DM, I know she a freak
You 'bout to be f' with somebody niece
Took off her clothes, sat on the bed,
Still smell her body spray all on my sheets
Crazy sh*t is I ain't even hit it,
I know she was with it, but I fell asleep
Don't got the heart to tell her to go,
I just act like I got somewhere to be
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
All of my ns is ready to shoot
They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me
False alarm, just got her period
She wasn't serious, what a relief
Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got the physique
Credits
Writer(s): Anderson Hernandez, Jorden Thorpe
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