murda beatz - money callin lyrics
[intro: rich the kid]
this beat from murda
aye, woo
[chorus: rich the kid]
ain’t f+cking with none of these rap n+ggas, they just want you to fall off (no cap)
my b+tch, she bad as rihanna, n+gga that ain’t just for the blog call
kg, my money, ball (money ball)
your money small (your money small)
when my phone ring, that’s a bank phone, n+gga money call (rich)
[verse 1: rich the kid]
bankroll bankroll, money calling
rolls royce truck, i’m really balling
i bet on myself, i go all in
[?] brought up to the top, we ain’t fallin’
what you know ’bout that n+gga tale?
i want all money, made a mil’ in an email (what)
the maybach a v+12
why that n+gga coming, got me thinking is he 12? (rich)
[chorus: rich the kid]
ain’t f+cking with none of these rap n+ggas, they just want you to fall off (no cap)
my b+tch, she bad as rihanna, n+gga that ain’t just for the blog call
kg, my money, ball (money ball)
your money small (your money small)
when my phone ring, that’s a bank phonе, n+gga money call (rich)
[verse 2: polo g]
lil’ bro woke up like who ima shoot today?
foеnem visit yo block let the ruger spray
talkin’ tough to his features got blew away
put yo hood on the list like a tour day
lil’ b+tch i’m back in gang now i’m up lookin’ features and shows at a new array
i only like beamers and sh+t but i might switch it up, hit the e+way and do the [?]
swervin’ foreigns and sh+t like a drag race
i’ve been running sh+t up at a fast pace
i ain’t worry bout sh+t but a cash plate
tryna be rich forever the bag way
i ain’t in competition with n+ggas but can’t let it look like i’m coming in last place
i remember them robbery days when you better be still and do what this mask say
[chorus: rich the kid]
ain’t f+cking with none of these rap n+ggas, they just want you to fall off (no cap)
my b+tch, she bad as rihanna, n+gga that ain’t just for the blog call
kg, my money, ball (money ball)
your money small (your money small)
when my phone ring, that’s a bank phone, n+gga money call (rich)
[verse 3: pop smoke]
look
i got 52 shots in this glockage
you waitin’ or nah?
saying you tough but you calling a cop
i married a denim, dior on my body
pocket full of knots
they like what’s your left? patek
on my neck, aquafina
bad b+tch like trina, i’m scheming
off the perky, i’m leanin
[chorus: rich the kid]
ain’t f+cking with none of these rap n+ggas, they just want you to fall off (no cap)
my b+tch, she bad as rihanna, n+gga that ain’t just for the blog call
kg, my money, ball (money ball)
your money small (your money small)
when my phone ring, that’s a bank phone, n+gga money call (rich)
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