On Call lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine, fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit (Jugg the)
Come with the bag and come split (Come)
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit (sh*t)
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit (Jugg the)
Come with the bag and come split (Come)
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Now what I told you, girl
Go get the bag and make that money (Yeah)
Shake that ass and keep it comin' (Ass)
Set it up, gon' take some
Now what I told you, girl (Yeah)
If he got a question, I don't know (No)
He might be feds, and I ain't goin' (I ain't)
Undercover lyin', you ain't even know
Now what I told you, girl (Yeah)
Go get the bag and stack it up (Stack it up)
Too much ass, back it up (Facts)
Go get the coupe, and wrap it up
Now what I told you, yeah
If he on the phone, then he callin' law
You better run, and make a haul
You better snatch the bag and all
See, I'm on aim (Aim, ah) with precision (Yee)
I ain't gon' lie (Lie, lie), I got vision (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got dope (Dope, ah) in the kitchen
Book a hotel ('Tel, ah), when I'm whippin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine, fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit (Jugg the)
Come with the bag and come split (Come)
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit (sh*t)
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine, fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit (sh*t)
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t

[Verse 2: Dice SoHo]
Hey, hey
I got a freaky sh*t boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
Got her own money, she can talk sh*t (Talk sh*t)
Chest still jumpin' like a mosh pit
Bentley truck, f*ck with the top whip (f*ck with)
Pop sh*t, my watch lit (Lit)
So cold, I got sick (Got)
Diamonds hit hard like Charlo twins (Phew, phew)
Ninth grade recs in my cargo pants (Woo)
Rodeo on a Tuesday
You don't even know the amount I spent (f*ck it)
Free my dawgs, hit a lick for a mil'
Bust it down with all my friends (Yeah)
All my hoes got my name on they body
Tryna turn a Maserati to a Bugatti
Made 'em learn to stretch like they're doin' Pilates
Choppin' down trees and I don't know karate
Just got off the phone with [?]
Smokin' with Scotty (Yeah, yeah)
Hell yeah, the packs finally landed
God damn, I'm feelin' real jolly (Hey)
We got drugs, we got bottles
We the life of the party (Ice)
[?] on my drip, and that ain't hearty
And my n*ggas smoke like Bob Marley
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine, fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit (Jugg the)
Come with the bag and come split (Come)
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit (sh*t)
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t
Got P's on call, I hit that lick (Hit that)
I got a b*tch that's fine as sh*t (Fine, fine)
She pullin' up to jugg the hit (Jugg the)
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothin', it's counterfeit
He asked for change, finesse the b*tch (Yeah)
Move with no evidence (Yeah)
Just call me if he tests sh*t