3 Cell Phones lyrics

Wind up 4-1 move shooting
Had a whole thing, but I flew through it
Never left the game alone, cause I'm true to it
Years later, all these sh*t talkers boo-hooing
Let me introduce myself, I'm who your boo's screwing
I've been going hard for years, get used to it
Money first, b*tches later: that makes good sense
Break the work down and stuff it in the GoodSense
I need it all, let's do it if cheese involved
f*cking with weed & raw, it's just in me to be a boss
I cop it, then drop it off. That talking dude, knock it off
Cause I can chill at a loft while your head gets knocked off
I'm speeding through the city streets, pulling up on blocks
n*ggas get in my whip and drop off knots
I dap him down, he said he's slappin' now
So he gon' need another pound. Bet, call me, I'm around
(I'm just)

[Hook]
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)
I ain't going home 'til I reach my quota
Took my youngin from a zip to copping a quarter (QP)
I want to see my n*ggas progress
Your Rolie's ticking, that b*tch sending bomb threats
Run the streets all day, stomach on E
Got money waiting on me, f*ck if I don't eat
Served my mans at the station in Brightmoor
Then walked in the store and grabbed a bag of Munchos
Hopped in the whip, now I'm on the freeway
Banging Blade on my way to P. Play
A quick 5 got me feeling kinda bossy
Cell phones ringing, that money trying to stalk me
If ain't 'bout business, don't call me
My phone stay busy (which one?) n*gga all three
Detroit n*ggas grind 'til nightfall
You lame rapping n*ggas, we ain't like y'all

[Hook]
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)
Made a G before 3, made 3 before 5
Around 6, I'm on the 5 in the 5 counting 5
Bands, plotting with my mans on the money plan
Had the youngins on the corner watching for the raid van
Trapping wearing Ray-Bans, cause I'm a cool n*gga
Tell a ho she's nothing to me (b*tch), cause I'm a rude n*gga
Went from the Nike kid to a Louis shoe picker
Used to be down, I guess the money was a mood switcher
I'm ambitious, mixing blow on clean dishes
Came up on you b*tches, made these n*ggas witness
How it's supposed to be done
f*ck who in it, cause we already won
I guess y'all talking for fun
Y'all can't f*ck with my son, let alone me
"Get money, stay low key" what OGs been told me
Keep that 2900 dog, I need the whole 3
Shoutout to the real n*ggas, f*ck whoever owe me
(Hah, f*ck all you b*tch n*ggas)

[Hook]
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)
Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack)
With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap)
Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back)
Money call him like "n*gga, where you at?" (where you at)