Area Codes (850 Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Kaliii]
Yeah, yeah (28sh*t)
Kaliii
You know I love me a motherf*ckin' trick (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Kaliii]
Got a white boy on my roster
He be feeding me pasta and lobster
He just hit me up on Tuesday like, "What you doing, bae?
Let me take you shoppin'" (Brr)
I told him, "Well, I'm a little busy" (Damn)
He said, "Damn, I'm in your city (f*ck)
But anyway, it's okay, hope you have a good day
I'ma send you 'bout eight fifty" (Ooh)
Then I told him, "You treat me so well"
He said, "Cash App or Zelle? (Ching)
Matter of fact, scratch that, I'ma send you a stack
Just 'cause you fine as hell"
And I told him, "Well, thank you, baby" (Thank you)
"Anything for my favorite lady" (Ooh)
Well, I gotta go, they just let me know
That I could pick up my Mercedes (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Kaliii]
I got hoes (Might just be your n*gga) in different area codes (He know what's up)
Everywhere I go (Every time I pop out)
I call and they drop the lo' (Come drop that f*ckin' location)
'Cause I got hoes (Might just be your b*tch) in different area codes (She know what's up)
Some of 'em bros (Could be your daddy)
And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (They know what's up)
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Damn, how you do it like that?
How he keep running them racks," I ain't cuffin' on that
Lil' b*tch don't know how to act
Got a b*tch running everytime I beat from the back
And, n*gga, you know that that's facts
Anytime I'm on the beat drop on the track
These n*ggas ain't havin' no racks
Heard he went broke on a b*tch, that n*gga went flat
Yeah, n*gga, you know how it go
Take a n*gga b*tch, and I put her straight on her knees
You know I ain't chasing no ho
I just keep doggin' these b*tches like they on a leash
I know that b*tch f*cked all the bros
I just be playing my part, I be keepin it P
Got so many hoes over here
Hoes over there
And I got hoes overseas

[Chorus: Kaliii]
I got hoes (Might just be your n*gga) in different area codes (He know what's up)
Everywhere I go (Every time I pop out)
I call and they drop the lo' (Come drop that f*ckin' location)
'Cause I got hoes (Might just be your b*tch) in different area codes (She know what's up)
Some of 'em bros (Could be your daddy)
And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (They know what's up)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
b*tches know I'm pushin' heavy P, n*gga, I be pimpin'
You might catch me chasin' cheese but you won't catch me simpin'
I got so much racks stuffed in my jeans, this sh*t done got me limpin'
Ever since they put me on that mic', ain't been broke in a minute
I ain't even have to throw no racks, she let me jump right in it
And my brodie, he love flippin' packs, you think that boy a gymnast
n*gga mad 'cause I done took his ho, she wan't me in her kidneys
Somebody tell these n*ggas go touch they nose, they always in my business