PHONE RING lyrics

[Intro]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I'm letting the door swing

[Chorus]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I'm letting the door swing
Smoking on green, I got protein
Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
Double my cup, sipping codeine
My b*tch she bad, she so mean
That money come in when the phone ring
Ball on these n*ggas like home team
Counting up money, that n*gga got no green
That b*tch she don't know what "No" mean
Sipping it like I got no spleen
Double my cup, I need more lean
We show the love to the [?]
Geeked the f*ck up, I pop four beans
Choppa on me got a whole beam
Ain't f*ck with 12 since like fourteen
Foreign coupe it got like four screens
You know that's every hoe dreams
Pulling up to the whole scene
n*ggas asking "What are those jeans?"

[Verse 1]
Smoke gas yeah, we blow steam
Diamonds shine, he got no bling
All this ice like it's no cream
I got di*k to make the hoe scream
f*cked a bad b*tch from the Philippines
Got a model chick from the magazines
Yeah that money stretching like a limousine
Making rap money, got hella streams
Real trap n*gga, I got hella schemes
These VV diamonds, you can see the gleam
n*ggas hate me, tryna intervene
Money and the drugs, I'm right in between
Real-life, I don't need a thing
Rather make money, not a mean
Dirty boy yeah he too extreme
That n*gga broke, it's not what it seem

[Chorus]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I'm letting the door swing
Smoking on green, I got protein
Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
Double my cup, sipping codeine
My b*tch she bad, she so mean
That money come in when the phone ring
Ball on these n*ggas like home team
Counting up money, that n*gga got no green
That b*tch she don't know what "No" mean
Sipping it like I got no spleen
Double my cup, I need more lean
We show the love to the [?]
Geeked the f*ck up, I pop four beans
Choppa on me got a whole beam
Ain't f*ck with 12 since like fourteen
Foreign coupe it got like four screens
You know that's every hoe dreams
Pulling up to the whole scene
n*ggas asking "What are those jeans?"
[Verse 2]
Choppa my hip yeah we sticking together
Freshie too fly like a motherhf*cking feather
Put dirt in my cup then I mix it together
I'm sipping on medicine, feel a lil better
I had to cut that hoe 'cause that b*tch, you ain't act right
I put a scope on my choppa like [?] sight
Diamonds they shining yo eye like a motherf*cking flashlight

[Outro]
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
Yeah lil dirty, he dirty, you know what I'm on
When I count up the - hold on
When I count up the money can't talk on the phone
She say I look good but the money too grown