Money Calls lyrics

[Verse 1: Ben Frierson]
I am the one, so I keep a gun
These n*ggas ain't catchin' me slippin, I'm thankfully grippin'
'32 on me, I call it Blake Griffin
f*ck with the gang and you might end up missin'
Drop the phantom got the top missin'
'30 on me got the ice drippin'
n*ggas hatin' but my songs they listen
V.I.P with the bottles, strippers, got the b*tches kissin'
Back-to-back, in and out the spots, like a sale on christmas
Goin' like a teacher when I talk you listen
Not doing features so don't ask the question
3K for a walkthrough, after 30 minutes, hit them feet steppin
Never misdirectin' with the Smith & Wesson'
n*gga I'm convinced that Imma' die a legend
Pillow-talking that's some suckah sh*t
Killas know that you should come and get
All my n*ggas need a bunch of sh*t
They just love to see the hunnids flip
Diamonds dancin' while I f*ck your b*tch
Let em hangin', I'll tuck em in' (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Imma' pull up in two seater, he got the pounds and we runnin' it
I can not come for no eater, hittin' that b*tch then I'm dumpin' it
These n*ggas lyin' they gunnin' sh*t, duffle bag with the hunnids in
f*ck the police, f*ck the government, private jet smoke a blunt in it
And my n*ggas gon' get to the payments, money foreign I gotta exchange it
She said that I'm so entertainin', and I'm still with the gang I ain't changing
I get off in the ghost like Waldo, still walk with the pack in my cargo
Gotta keep me a semi, or sawed-off
Where that money be going, I follow
Where that money be coolin', I pick-up
Hood-fave, my pockets do sit-ups
I was down by the young n*gga get-up
She suckin' me til she get hiccups
She mixin' this in with the liquor
Now she forget she got a n*gga
I been flexin', I get some of that n*gga
I'm smokin' a bag we don't switch up
My b*tch, she bad and boujee, but she freaky when she get off the henny
I drop a bag in Louie, but today I'm steppin out in the Fendi
I make an action movie, everytime I pull up, 30's be with me
If I don't have the toolie, brodie got it, all my shooters got plenty
[Hook? : Jay Critch]
Imma' pull up in two seater, he got the pounds and we runnin' it
I can not come for no eater, hittin' that b*tch then I'm dumpin' it
These n*ggas lyin' they gunnin' sh*t, duffle bag with the hunnids in
f*ck the police, f*ck the government, private jet smoke a blunt in it
And my n*ggas gon' get to the payments, money foreign I gotta exchange it
She said that I'm so entertainin', and I'm still with the gang I ain't changing
I get off in the ghost like Waldo, still walk with the pack in my cargo
Gotta keep me a semi, or sawed-off
Where that money be going, I follow

[Verse 3: Ben Frierson]
When that money be goin', I follow
I get that sh*t with my eyes closed
I need the cheese like a nacho
I had to ice out my vatos
Im payin face like Picasso
A n*gga move more 'n he die slow
I can't trust him he talkin to 5-0
Roll in the woods, enchilado
Mention that Louie, that Gucci, that Fendi with that new Milano
We need the money like pronto
Callin' that sh*t that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-0
Got the shooters posted on the block though
n*ggas went in on this rap sh*t, but the game got it on lock though like (Gang!)
[Hook? : Jay Critch]
Imma' pull up in two seater, he got the pounds and we runnin' it
I can not come for no eater, hittin' that b*tch then I'm dumpin' it
These n*ggas lyin' they gunnin' sh*t, duffle bag with the hunnids in
f*ck the police, f*ck the government, private jet smoke a blunt in it
And my n*ggas gon' get to the payments, money foreign I gotta exchange it
She said that I'm so entertainin', and I'm still with the gang I ain't changing
I get off in the ghost like Waldo, still walk with the pack in my cargo
Gotta keep me a semi, or sawed-off
Where that money be going, I follow