flow - money keep calling lyrics
i woke up this morning, money on my mind,
bad b-tches in my bed, trying to f-ck, but i ain’t got
time.
so i had to pack a set, jump straight in the shower,
told my plug i’ll meet him in mcdonald’s in an hour.
so i jump right in my truck, cut that chord a foe,
stop the gravis right, gotta get right, it’s time to
poke up.
wasting to the money, cell phone tripping,
and a pistol on my lap while i’m riding and i’m
working.
i’m straight from the new orleans,
these b-tches know balling,
got a scope on the riffle,
i ain’t missing none of my targets.
and your girl said she wants all of me,
and when i leave she follow me,
i gotta get straight to the money,
b-tch, i hear that paper calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
money keep calling, keep calling.
i’m talking big money, big paper,
big gun with a layer laser.
dump you in a river now,
the pigs will find you here later.
i’m a new orleans, a fake cater,
peels bury, i’m a brand maker,
got a nine, i call on nina ross,
aka that head breaker.
you n-gg-s is dead fakers,
see before, that’s so tight.
n-gg-s getting money, living lovely,
n-gg-, f-ck your life.
drink cotton, i’m using mine,
every day is when i use the shine.
they call me the mechanic,
’cause i’m walking ’round with this tool mine.
i’m straight from the new orleans,
these b-tches know balling,
got a scope on the riffle,
i ain’t missing none of my targets.
and your girl said she wants all of me,
and when i leave she follow me,
i gotta get straight to the money,
b-tch, i hear that paper calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
money keep calling, keep calling.
love my nervs back, gotta p-ss me the weed,
i’m a cold hearted n-gg-, so i’m grabbing the heat,
throw some bullets at your -ss, all my past is
complete.
i’ll put a hole in your skull, alexander mcqueen.
man, motherf-ck you and the name of your team,
i’m laughing at you while i stab you, then i rape you
and sh-t.
i caught you by your girl’s house, now you’re bleeding
on the lawn,
i spit dope, i’m cole young, put this needle to your
arm.
i’m the hideous when it’s cold, i be freezing when it’s
warm.
face it, i’m about to blow, like i’m sitting on a bomb,
pause.
two wild bold n-gg-s from the noi, 6-6 douce parol,
mob.
i’m straight from the new orleans,
these b-tches know balling,
got a scope on the riffle,
i ain’t missing none of my targets.
and your girl said she wants all of me,
and when i leave she follow me,
i gotta get straight to the money,
b-tch, i hear that paper calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
calling me, that money keep calling me,
money keep calling, keep calling.
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