Money Callin'
(Wav Factory)
(Haha, Ixso made that shit)
Whoa, Whoa, whoa
Da biggest wave
Parkway Jai
(Parkway don't you stop this beat)
Even the blind can see that I'm finally fuck up the game
Before it's all over I'm a be global they gone remember my name
That boy better lay low he gone get a halo he want to come play with the gang
I always imagined living this life I'm proud of what I became
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
I'm always saucing, fresh to death I do that often
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
They think about robbing me, set em up to triple cross em
And I be flossing
And I don't really care about what it's costing
I'm a real Sack Racer I put on for my team
Believe I'm bout my green like I'm from Boston
Me and them niggas ain't nothing alike I'm elevating I can show you the difference
Had to ask God for forgiveness for all of my sinning I beat that depression I did it
I found that motion it took me a minute but now I can run up my racks no limit
Come to this music I'm really committed I know I'm a star so I got to admit it
I'm unlocking my potential
Now we jumping out a sprinter
I got richer they got madder
No that's not coincidental
Had to cut her out my life
Just to focus on my mental
In the A with the vibes getting brain in a rental
It ain't my fault that she been choosing why you hating on me
And I be dealing with so much I can't even say I won't leave
I stay aware when I be cruising got to dodge the police
I'm 23 finessing veteran bitch I'm an OG
Even the blind can see that I'm finally fuck up the game
Before it's all over I'ma be global they gone remember my name
That boy better lay low he gone get a halo he want to come play with the gang
I always imagined living this life I'm proud of what I became
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
I'm always saucing, fresh to death I do that often
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
They think bout robbing me, set em up to triple cross em
Set em up to triple cross em (whoa whoa whoa)
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
(Haha, Ixso made that shit)
Whoa, Whoa, whoa
Da biggest wave
Parkway Jai
(Parkway don't you stop this beat)
Even the blind can see that I'm finally fuck up the game
Before it's all over I'm a be global they gone remember my name
That boy better lay low he gone get a halo he want to come play with the gang
I always imagined living this life I'm proud of what I became
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
I'm always saucing, fresh to death I do that often
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
They think about robbing me, set em up to triple cross em
And I be flossing
And I don't really care about what it's costing
I'm a real Sack Racer I put on for my team
Believe I'm bout my green like I'm from Boston
Me and them niggas ain't nothing alike I'm elevating I can show you the difference
Had to ask God for forgiveness for all of my sinning I beat that depression I did it
I found that motion it took me a minute but now I can run up my racks no limit
Come to this music I'm really committed I know I'm a star so I got to admit it
I'm unlocking my potential
Now we jumping out a sprinter
I got richer they got madder
No that's not coincidental
Had to cut her out my life
Just to focus on my mental
In the A with the vibes getting brain in a rental
It ain't my fault that she been choosing why you hating on me
And I be dealing with so much I can't even say I won't leave
I stay aware when I be cruising got to dodge the police
I'm 23 finessing veteran bitch I'm an OG
Even the blind can see that I'm finally fuck up the game
Before it's all over I'ma be global they gone remember my name
That boy better lay low he gone get a halo he want to come play with the gang
I always imagined living this life I'm proud of what I became
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
I'm always saucing, fresh to death I do that often
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
They think bout robbing me, set em up to triple cross em
Set em up to triple cross em (whoa whoa whoa)
This shit like pottery, selling bows to make a profit
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
Money calling, bitches stalking, niggas talking
Credits
Writer(s): Jaidon Powell
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