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Joey Trap

Money Callin'

 

Money Callin'

(album: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)


Akachi Beats, that's my brother right these, na' sayin'?
Lah
Look, hey, this my life
Counting these hundreds everyday always bite, what?
Haha, Trap, look, okay

Six in the morning
Hop out the bed, she's sleeping while yawning
Nigga, I'm on it
Hop on my phone, the money keep calling
Money keep calling, huh, the money keep calling
Hop on my phone, haha, look, aye, look

Cellphone, man, the money keep calling
Throw bands and the money keep falling
Ball hard, like I play for the Warriors
Shooter with me, yeah, the nigga retarded
Brody with me got the stick, we don't fight
Spaceship, foreign whip is all white
Smoking dope, I be seeing the light
Money calling, phone ringing all night
I need it pronto
Cooking the dough, yeah, I'm smoking Gelato
I'm in Toronto
Just got a check, might buy a condo

I cannot sleep cause the money keep calling
Flood out the wrist, it gon' drip, like a faucet
Hop out the jet and I chill in the choppas
I cannot talk cause the money keep calling
Money keep calling
I cannot talk, the money keep calling
Money keep calling, huh, money keep calling, look
Six in the morning
Hop out the bed, she's sleeping while yawning
Nigga, I'm on it, hop on my phone, the money keep calling
Money keep calling, hop on my phone, the money keep calling
This my life, counting these hundreds everyday always bite, what?
This my life, counting these hundreds everyday always Aye

Gucci, Saint Laurent, I swear to god, my fit is flammable
My bitch got a bitch, she eat her out, I call is cannibal
I got bread, my pockets full
Pistol big, I tuck it too
This not my fault, duck and move
Spent three bands on Gucci shoes
Tell you a fact, uh, my wallet it packed
Shoutout my bitch, I can make her intact
It's Joey, baby, I'm [?] the trap
Just 17, I was flipping the pack
It's a machine, light it off at yo' back
I know I'm 20, but, yeah, I'm a [?]
I be gripping the gripping the tack
She fall in love, I just want the neck
It's YRS [?] till the death
I fuck your bitch and we making a mess
I fuck your bitch and I'm keeping her, uh, what?

I'ma, keep her now, her for later, her for later, now or later, I can't really tell which one to fuckin'

done

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