Hoe Call lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Low Key]
Now let’s see, could it be
Money in my hand, constantly
Take a dope check, run to the bank
Follow your trail, give it to me
Oh hell nah, the green in my hand
Tryna' flick up, while I’m countin' my dough
Twenty’s and tens, foldin' up my ends, comin' faster, ho
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t be no damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Verse 1: gettin' my gift and you n*ggas don’t need to be, thirst on me, follow me
Verse 2: Anna, Joanna, the faster I get when I’m counting my green
Verse 3: head to the scene, reaching for hoes, making my dough
Verse 4: tellin' these b*tches, I’m telling these n*ggas I’m makin' my smoke
Verse 5: stay to the side, duck as I cover, I’m ready to dawg
Verse 6: suckin' my di*k with the quickness, the bigger, the better, your jaw
Verse 7: gotta be a pimp, meanin' that I’m clockin' my sh*t
Verse 8: gotta leave state, damn fool, don’t f*ck up my day
Verse 9: puttin' them down, haters will send the place of dawg
Verse 10: tell 'em again, b*tch, it’s a Ho Call

[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]
Listen ho, take a seat, put yo' mind to a test
Taking yo' cheese, Gimisum, tuck it in my leather vest
Good day, goodbye, ain’t no heart for no hooker b*tch
Stick my nuts, in yo' mouth and then hard trick
Anyway, I gotta be talking ‘bout a stuff-Ed blunt
Call her on the phone, “Hop yo' ass on the ‘nana bus"
Bring it to the do’, about time, hoe, hand it here”
Key Low, Key Low Key, hundred percent, clockin' my grill
Real to the bone, picked the keys to the money green Cherokee
D-O-G, sl*t ask what’s up, be a filthy freak
Please, ain’t no di*k, givin' out, on a Wednesday
Gimme' your money ho, or my di*k, I ain’t bullsh*ttin'
Runnin' to a b*tch, like this here, I’m a player pimp
di*kin' down a Rudy Poot, did I say I keep a limp
sh*t, it’s on, hit her, beat her
Dawg, y’all, b*tch, Ho Call
[Verse 3: 2 Low Key]
b*tch, why you diggin' me
D-O-G, it’s Key, Low Key
Dawg, walk a hooker when you take her to a corner, see
Twelve o’clock, late at night, pimps, want they money, ho
Presidents, callin' my name, gotta go, gotta go
Open the door, there she go, pullin' out my superducts
Give her thirty dollars, ain’t no G, I don’t give a f*ck
Mane, look, hell yeah, that’s the way its gotta be
Stop and get some Champ’, then I pimp, play her constantly
Runnin' to the track, for my stack, I’m a money Mack
Takin' care of bus-i-ness, twenty dollars that we get
Gotta make another stop, dirty sl*t, got my rock
Rollin' down Parkway, spot that b*tch and hit the block
Pimp type, ho type, where my money been up bad
Put it in the buttcrack, stitches in her damn hand
What's next? don’t you flex, Lo Key a man dawg
Holler at your b*tch, bullsh*t, it’s a Ho Call