Money Calling

The money calling and gotta make my moves now And it's moving quick but I don't wanna lose out Everyone tryna do the same shit but it don't matter now 'cause I can't miss Hate a shorty but I can't diss Don't know what I want but it ain't this You just mad cause she put me on her fucking playlist Cry like a little bitch keep throwing all them fits and I promise we'll both end up on a jail List I want 40 racks for the summer Man, man what a bummer Imma lay the pipe for your girl, ain't no fucking plumber Said she like the way I touch her Word, word to your mother But for me she'd turn into a runner, to a runner I just left the crib, I ain't even got her number I just left the crib, I ain't even use a rubber Oh shit, did I turn this girl into a fucking mother I don't wanna see her suffer, but I ain't gonna be her lover Why does it even matter now I don't even know what that's about Writing all these stories you a clown I ain't with the clown shit, nah, nah Imma wake up in a motherfucking palace Used to be a dream and now I gotta have it Stay fucking with me, you'll end up with the static Shoot your ass down with a- With a semi automatic The money calling and gotta make my moves now And it's moving quick, but I don't wanna lose out Everyone tryna do the same shit, but it don't matter now 'cause I can't miss Hate a shorty but I can't diss Don't know what I want, but it ain't this You just mad cause she put me on her fucking playlist Cry like a little bitch, keep throwing all them fits and I promise we'll both end up on a jail List