Bitch you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of you nappy head hoes Gon' get nothin' from me Nigga you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of my fake ass homeboys Gon' get nothin' from me I don't need no help my nigga I can do bad on my own And I don't need no company little momma Even though I know you give great dome I'd rather play my Xbox 360 while smokin' and sippin' drank I ain't even gonna waste no gas goin' to get some ass I'ma keep my gas in my tank Leave my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger because I sleep with Z-Ro Homie, I don't give fuck about what you drive Or how much money you got And I don't give a damn if y'all really like me or not I see your lips movin' but I can't hear nothin' 'cause I'm not listening Hoes be only talkin' to me because my teeth are glistening and Y'all niggas be ridin' dick so much y'all need a dildo That when you think about Z-Ro You can shove it up in your ass real slow I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first and I tolerate no disrespect Lil' mama if it's money for me to make we gon' skip the sex Bitch you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of you nappy head hoes Gon' get nothin' from me Nigga you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of my fake ass homeboys Gon' get nothin' from me I'm tryna stay rich fuck a bitch I'd rather hit the studio and make another hit Stop callin' on my phone mayne, I'm on some other shit Just leave a nigga alone, I ain't the suckas you fuckin' with 'Cause bitch you ain't 'bout to get no dime or no quality time I'd rather be on my grind smokin' weed, writin' rhymes All you rappin' ass niggas callin' me to get signed Wanting me to rap for free, you done lost your mind I don't care how long I knew ya, I give a fuck if we kin We went to high school together, I give a fuck if we friends We ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout ends Bring me ten Gs, I'll see what you talkin' 'bout then All you rochin' ass niggas and hoes in my face You can't get a crumb from me, no, so don't waste Your mothafuckin' time tryna plot on mine I got my cash and my stash locked down, so now Bitch you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of you nappy head hoes Gon' get nothin' from me Nigga you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of my fake ass homeboys Gon' get nothin' from me It's a shame havin' a cell phone but don't want it to ring 'Cause I don't wanna deal with bullshit people And the bullshit they might bring That's why I send them to voice mail heaven, I don't wanna talk 'Cause bullshit run a marathon, I'd rather keep it real and walk I don't give a damn about how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ass Especially if I gotta choose between you and my cash I'm a choose money every time, anyways I always can get a new group Besides I'm what bitches be tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich If you thinkin' I'm gon' pay money to hit that ass I gotta trick for your ugly ass I'll dismiss you right after I hit you then go fuck your friend Then you'll be ready to commit suicide if I never speak to you again My nigga Grady, my nigga Rigby, my nigga Micheal Calione Them the only three niggas phone number programed in my phone They call me the king of the ghetto because I rule this bitch I'm 'bout business, I don't participate in foolishness, bitch Bitch you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of you nappy head hoes Gon' get nothin' from me Nigga you ain't gotta call my phone Matter a fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money and now one of my fake ass homeboys Gon' get nothin' from me
