Money Keep Calling by Flow
I woke up this morning, money on my mind,
Bad bitches in my bed, trying to fuck, 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 bitches 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,
Bitch, 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 niggas is dead fakers,
See before, that's so tight.
Niggas getting money, living lovely,
Nigga, fuck 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 bitches know balling,
Got a scope on the riffle,
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