8 Missed Calls
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
That just mean you got to leave her
She never communicate, she want you to mind read her
But baby I can't do that for ya
So go ahead and find another man that can do that for ya
Baby I don't know what you been through, but you gotta let me know
And I'm sorry I ain't text you back, baby, I was on the road
Babe, you know I'm counting up my racks and you know I had to do a couple shows
And I really, want to heal your heart and soul
Bae, I really want to heal your heart and soul
Baby, I don't know what you arguing for
We got a long future ahead of us, I hope that you know
And you ain't going no where, don't you walk out that door
'Cause you gon' want to come back (Back)
'Cause I'm counting up my racks (Counting racks)
And I'm counting up my paper (My moolah)
Baby but you knew that
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
Yeah, that's what the money do
She leave and come back, just like she playing Peek-A-Boo
I want it black and yellow just like it's Pikachu
I been counting up the blues since my mom was 42
They don't call me the money man for no reason
That's just how it go, though
Money change, people change, girls change, everybody change
It's just the way of life
Even though I know this shit ain't right
I'm getting green
Goodnight
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
I done seen it happen, a couple times
In the end I always knew, the sun would shine
Who would ever thought the fall of us would be the summertime?
I'm from the bottom of the bottom, babe, I come from troubled times
So I really need you with me
And I'm shooting shots just like Steph just dropping 60
I'm riding down the city and you know I keep the Blicky
Popping out in all black, wearing my 750s
I got dogs fighting in the cage, no Mike Vick
I got shooters all around, like Mike Zick
I'm the realest in the town, I might sit
And I'm riding 'round the whole town in my Crown Vic
That's a Crown Victoria (Haha)
These hoes hella annoying (Hella)
And you know I keep it with me (Keep it with me)
And you know I got the Blicky (Got the Blicky)
He got the glizzy with him (Got glizzy with him)
That's a Mike Zick shot (Ha)
'Cause you know that he hitting (Yeah)
And you know she gon' feel it
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Uh-huh, Uh-huh, yeah)
Say man, shout-out my nigga Marsol, shoutout Koa
Shoutout Lee Bo, man you clean boy, you clean boy (Haha)
Shoutout Mike Zick, shout-out Big Laf, shoutout Quan
Shoutout Lik, shout-out Sherweenie boy, shout-out all them boys man (Foreal)
All glory to God (Amen)
Love y'all boys man, shout-out Raja
Hee
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
That just mean you got to leave her
She never communicate, she want you to mind read her
But baby I can't do that for ya
So go ahead and find another man that can do that for ya
Baby I don't know what you been through, but you gotta let me know
And I'm sorry I ain't text you back, baby, I was on the road
Babe, you know I'm counting up my racks and you know I had to do a couple shows
And I really, want to heal your heart and soul
Bae, I really want to heal your heart and soul
Baby, I don't know what you arguing for
We got a long future ahead of us, I hope that you know
And you ain't going no where, don't you walk out that door
'Cause you gon' want to come back (Back)
'Cause I'm counting up my racks (Counting racks)
And I'm counting up my paper (My moolah)
Baby but you knew that
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
Yeah, that's what the money do
She leave and come back, just like she playing Peek-A-Boo
I want it black and yellow just like it's Pikachu
I been counting up the blues since my mom was 42
They don't call me the money man for no reason
That's just how it go, though
Money change, people change, girls change, everybody change
It's just the way of life
Even though I know this shit ain't right
I'm getting green
Goodnight
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Goddamn!)
I done seen it happen, a couple times
In the end I always knew, the sun would shine
Who would ever thought the fall of us would be the summertime?
I'm from the bottom of the bottom, babe, I come from troubled times
So I really need you with me
And I'm shooting shots just like Steph just dropping 60
I'm riding down the city and you know I keep the Blicky
Popping out in all black, wearing my 750s
I got dogs fighting in the cage, no Mike Vick
I got shooters all around, like Mike Zick
I'm the realest in the town, I might sit
And I'm riding 'round the whole town in my Crown Vic
That's a Crown Victoria (Haha)
These hoes hella annoying (Hella)
And you know I keep it with me (Keep it with me)
And you know I got the Blicky (Got the Blicky)
He got the glizzy with him (Got glizzy with him)
That's a Mike Zick shot (Ha)
'Cause you know that he hitting (Yeah)
And you know she gon' feel it
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone
He got a woman at home, they don't really get along
Eight missed calls, she never picking up the phone
He busy overthinking about his girl getting boned
And she changing up her voice, and she change up her tone (Uh-huh, Uh-huh, yeah)
Say man, shout-out my nigga Marsol, shoutout Koa
Shoutout Lee Bo, man you clean boy, you clean boy (Haha)
Shoutout Mike Zick, shout-out Big Laf, shoutout Quan
Shoutout Lik, shout-out Sherweenie boy, shout-out all them boys man (Foreal)
All glory to God (Amen)
Love y'all boys man, shout-out Raja
Hee
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Writer(s): Von Williams
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