Yung Dlo - Money Callin

Money calling I don't answer
Turn your girl into a dancer
Yeah uh, Yung D Uh
Turn this beat into an anthem
Yeah it's Yung D
Man the feds can't catch him
All about my green
Green like lantern
If niggas got beef
I'm a fry them like plantain, Yeah
Money calling I don't answer
Turn your girl into a dancer
Hold that bitch for ransom
I skrt off in a phantom
Her pussy bald like cancer
And if you got a question
My nigga I'm the answer, Yeah
What you talking about?
I shoot you in your fucking mouth
Break into your fucking house
If you a rat, I'll shoot your mouse
Turn me in, I'll turn you out
I don't even need the clout
I'm doing numbers don't count me out
On my toes till I get a gout
Bitch, I'm in the field
Never squeal, that's for real
Deep up in the water
You would've thought I had a gill
Wet your block up
Like I'm running fire drills
Popping all these pills
Shot the doctor cause I'm ill
What are you talking shit
Nigga I be rocking shit
Even made my mama shit
Yeah, cause I'm the shit
Nigga you be making shit
Yeah, I be taking shit
I don't do debating shit
I got hands, I can take a hit
I pull up on God, with an atheist
Y'all niggas be the fakest
12 inch ruler clip, damn where my safety is
I hang with the crazy kids
You hang with the lazy kids
We gas each other up
While y'all give each of the rabies bitch
Money calling I don't answer
Turn your girl into a dancer
Then hold that bitch for ransom
I fuck that bitch with passion
That's why them bitches glancing
She ate the dick so good
Had to give that hoe a napkin, Yeah
Money calling I don't answer
Turn your girl into a dancer
Then hold that bitch for ransom
I skrt off in a phantom
Her pussy bald like cancer
And if you got a problem
My nigga I'm the answer, Yeah
Get the shit off me man
I do this, what you do
Yeah yeah yeah

Written by:
Deanow Noel

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Yung Dlo

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