Ring Me Up

Ring me up like what's up, tell me what's the plan?

Cuz I've been in the studio with all my mans
And I can't remember the last time, I
Kicked it with a bad one like you (Ouuuu)

Kicked it with a bad one like you (Ouuuu)
Making hits, girl you know what I do
It's a lifestyle and my life wild
And my wrist shine cuz that shit be iced out

That shit be iced out
They want a feature? Better know that there's a price now
Top of the charts, it ain't my fault, it's just my life now
I'm working late, I'm turning mornings into nights now

I left some people in the past, I made a right turn
My girl be dripping cuz I'm hot, that's how her ice turn
I make that ice melt
Givenchy bag, yeah she bad, she make my head hurt
She playing games cuz she's scared that she might get hurt

But how'd I get her? How'd I get here?
All I ever wanted was for you to be clear with me
Sleepless nights are starting to interfere with me

Having energy for you
Drunk on love yeah we sprung, we got Hennessy for two

All the things we finna do, with the time that we have
You a snack and I'm tryna get a taste of it
We got some time so let's not make a waste of it lil' mama

Ring me up like what's up
Tell me what's the plan

Cuz I've been in the studio with all my mans
And I can't remember the last time, I
Kicked it with a bad one like you (Ouuuu)

Kicked it with a bad one like you (Ouuuu)
Making hits, girl you know what I do
It's a lifestyle and my life wild
And my wrist shine cuz that shit be iced out

That shit be iced out
Just like my heart, it ain't a problem, can't be nice now
Ain't into talking, always rocking when I go out
Cuz I gotta show out
Mom, I'm booking shows now

They treat me like a popstar
I got a sweet treat, I call lil' baby pop tart
I think she popped one backstage

I can't hit it if lil' shawty got her back straight (Hell nah)
I can't trust it if her homegirl been on back page (And if she)

Has more niggas in her DM
That money in her wallet, no
You might have a problem (Yeah, yeah)

That shit don't happen often
Cuz my shawty be popping
And still she keep it proper (Yeah, yeah)

Still she keep it proper for me
Ride or die type, type to hold the chopper for me
And my drip so sick, don't got no doctor to see
Tryna see what you gotta offer to me baby

Jeez



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Writer(s): Michael Belay
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