Money Callin' (feat. Carter)
Glock 9 all red on
Bitch Imma a stop sign
I see you in the game but not shooting
Nigga you Rajon
My family full of dogs
And shoota nigga we K-9s
You can stop they flow but nigga
You ain't gone stop mine
Never been a pussy lil nigga
But I got nine lives
Niggas screaming beef
Just know I'm bringing
My steak knifes
Niggas want smoke
But ain't potent
You must be joking
Overtime Productions we rolling
We rolla coasting
You ever catch me lacking don't freeze
You better blow it
You claiming that you
Walk round with Gs
But it ain't showing
Got yo bitch all on her knees
And used to choking
She told me come rain on me
I'm thunderstormin'
Line em up
Line em up
Let's do this shit today
Niggas got me pissed off
Boy feeling some type a way
6 rings
I'm on my Jordan flow
Fucked her two times
Now I'm bored with the hoe
Nine on the side
And you know it ain't show
We running up
But you already know
What they gone do
Seen her two times
That hoe playing
Pick a boo
Nigga know he a rat
Tell nothing but the truth
Botta expose some shit
But you already know
I got the proof
Servin shit
Bitch this ain't Perkins
Wakin up everyday
Nonstop working
What you just serving
What you wanna do
Takin' shots
But bitch this ain't the flu
Pulled the glock out
Just to see what he'll do
TC and OT
We up in the stu
Look at em we got em nervous
Flexin on niggas
And did it on purpose if imma shoot
Imma shoot with a purpose
I came from kicking door
And snatching purses
See how we rap
On this bitch together
This ain't no versus no
Tried to teach the nigga
How to make a play
And he damn near fumbled
It wasn't easy making' my first flip just know
I kept it on the humble
If I ever front you on some shit
And you don't get it back
Yo life gone crumble
Had to sound like these
Other niggas on the beat
Mmmm
I had to mumble
Watch yo feet
Don't stumble
Dressed in all black Ferragamo
Let me keep it chill on the rest
I don't wanna get in too much fuckin drama
Remember days paying niggas
To promote my shit
Whatever it takes
Just know I wrote my shit
Stayin up late filled with hope and shit
Smokin good gas
You know that potent shit
Doing the dash and I'm floating this bitch
Bitch Imma a stop sign
I see you in the game but not shooting
Nigga you Rajon
My family full of dogs
And shoota nigga we K-9s
You can stop they flow but nigga
You ain't gone stop mine
Never been a pussy lil nigga
But I got nine lives
Niggas screaming beef
Just know I'm bringing
My steak knifes
Niggas want smoke
But ain't potent
You must be joking
Overtime Productions we rolling
We rolla coasting
You ever catch me lacking don't freeze
You better blow it
You claiming that you
Walk round with Gs
But it ain't showing
Got yo bitch all on her knees
And used to choking
She told me come rain on me
I'm thunderstormin'
Line em up
Line em up
Let's do this shit today
Niggas got me pissed off
Boy feeling some type a way
6 rings
I'm on my Jordan flow
Fucked her two times
Now I'm bored with the hoe
Nine on the side
And you know it ain't show
We running up
But you already know
What they gone do
Seen her two times
That hoe playing
Pick a boo
Nigga know he a rat
Tell nothing but the truth
Botta expose some shit
But you already know
I got the proof
Servin shit
Bitch this ain't Perkins
Wakin up everyday
Nonstop working
What you just serving
What you wanna do
Takin' shots
But bitch this ain't the flu
Pulled the glock out
Just to see what he'll do
TC and OT
We up in the stu
Look at em we got em nervous
Flexin on niggas
And did it on purpose if imma shoot
Imma shoot with a purpose
I came from kicking door
And snatching purses
See how we rap
On this bitch together
This ain't no versus no
Tried to teach the nigga
How to make a play
And he damn near fumbled
It wasn't easy making' my first flip just know
I kept it on the humble
If I ever front you on some shit
And you don't get it back
Yo life gone crumble
Had to sound like these
Other niggas on the beat
Mmmm
I had to mumble
Watch yo feet
Don't stumble
Dressed in all black Ferragamo
Let me keep it chill on the rest
I don't wanna get in too much fuckin drama
Remember days paying niggas
To promote my shit
Whatever it takes
Just know I wrote my shit
Stayin up late filled with hope and shit
Smokin good gas
You know that potent shit
Doing the dash and I'm floating this bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Carter
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