Money Man – Callin My Phone Lyrics
[Chorus]
She steady callin’ my phone
She just won’t leave me alone
I made an M from the taxes
[?]
I’m in the condo relaxin’
I’m in the Lamb and im mashin
I’m steady shoppin’ for fashion
I’m gettin’ better and better
She gettin’ wetter and wetter
She in the room she undressing
I got a AR on the dresser
On computers you know that i’m clever
Got a play gotta wrap up the session
All the work I could stop a recession
Only real niggas sittin’ on the castle
All that talking i think think that you cappin
Imma draw it and shoot it the fastest
Imma hop on the highway and mash it
On this hybrid I’m feeling’ galactic
In the streets i’m [?]
I’m servin’ my whole generation
She only smoke weed on occasion
She hit my gas and she fainted (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I’m feelin’ abandoned
Burning Skittles I ain’t talkin’ bout candy
Locs and a beard like I’m Samson
They not understandin’ my grammar
This for the streets and the schemers
Pull up in a CPN Beemer
Got the drac cause I’m hittin’ em first
Under arm gas musty
Countin that cash money
I need that fast money
Ice on my neck I’m a glacier
Black and White Porsche bi-racial
Dirt on my motherfucking Margiela’s
Thumb through the check like a bankteller
Me and my chick watching GoodFellas
Weighing up bags watching Love and Hip Hop
Stuffin’ these buds in a motherfuckin’ ziploc
Made half a mil from a cheap ass laptop
White collar saved a nigga
All these profiles paid a nigga
Workin’ real hard like a slavin’ nigga
She give me face like a makeup artist
Back in highschool I was shootin up parties (Yeah)

[Chorus]
She steady callin’ my phone
She just won’t leave me alone
I made an M from the taxes
[?]
I’m in the condo relaxin’
I’m in the Lamb and im mashin
I’m steady shoppin’ for fashion
I’m gettin’ better and better
She gettin’ wetter and wetter
She in the room she undressing
I got a AR on the dresser
On computers you know that i’m clever
Got a play gotta wrap up the session
All the work I could stop a recession
Only real niggas sittin’ on the castle
All that talking i think think that you cappin
Imma draw it and shoot it the fastest
Imma hop on the highway and mash it
On this hybrid I’m feeling’ galactic
In the streets i’m [?]
I’m servin’ my whole generation
She only smoke weed on occasion
She hit my gas and she fainted

Artists: Money Man