Pick The Phone Up lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
A n*gga acting different, oh, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got the mink stone over the AP, ya b*tch
You feel me? Hahahaha

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport (Woo, the sport)
Took yo' b*tch and her friend on a trip
f*cked them hoes on resorts, uh, yeah (Whip it hard)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
Got some blow for them hoes
On the table, the yayo get snorted
Gettin backie on the Bentley seats
Hoe gon' suck the soul out to finish me (Yeah)
All my old hoes see a different me (Yeah)
Told 'em, "I got rich n*gga energy" (Yeah)
Went from A to Z but b*tch I been a G (Yeah, yeah)
Choose to love a hoe, get steady, pickin' me
I don't f*ck with Lexus or Infiniti (Yeah, yeah)
Tesla run off rich n*gga energy, n*gga, what?
Yeah, I got the, I got the doggy on deck
Got the dope at the port (Dope at the pork)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
I just clapped up the witness, them b*tches ain't show up in court
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs & Logic]
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the f*ck up"
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, this water is drippin' like it's from the lake
This Ferrari same color as a bumblebee (Mm-hm)
These n*ggas ain't nothin' but some wannabes
pus*y ass n*gga need some [?]
Cut a n*gga b*tch, machete, mm
Cuts on my wrist, the Pate', mm
I'm the type of n*gga that's gettin' to the money
But you the type of n*gga that's gon' tell it, mm
I met that chick out in Trinidad
I got that drip that you wish you had
I got another Rolls Royce comin'
Goddamnit, I got a bigger pad
Used to be broke 'til I got me some green
Handle more paper than a copy machine
I take a b*tch out the projects
Boss her life up, now she go and get to shop at Celine
Boy, you wanna get in my way? (Way)
All that hatin' don't pay (Don't pay)
All these pointers in my watch
If time is money, I ain't never been late
Runnin' through the money like I'm runnin' through a maze
Somethin' like Lee Corso with the plays
Rich n*gga chillin' and I'm still gettin' paid
Maybach so big, it came with a maid, n*gga!
[Interlude: Juicy J]
A maid, n*gga!
I got a maid in that b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a big ass, real big ass, n*gga
And some silicone titties (What?)

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)