Prince CJ Da Poet - Hotline 2

If you want the gas
Then you got to hit the hot line (brrr brrr)
I ain't worried about yours
Yo I got Mine (I got mine)
If you getting money
Then you ain't got time (no)
If you focus on the Love
How could you not shine (lets go)
Got to make it count
Living fast never slowing down
Got to have it got to grab it
Car seat automatic
Girl you Jasmine I'm Aladdin
Shit the Best an yours just average
Taking everything they said
I couldn't have I got to grab it (everything)
Got to grab it grab it grab it
Told me I couldn't have it
Yea I said I got to grab it
Got to get it (yea yea)
Fuck a hater who don't let it (ha)
Get the chips and stack them on the table
Yea I bet it Yea I bet it (bet that)
Any beef I got to dead it (dead it)
Ain't no one help me on the way up
Yea I said it Yea I said it (on my way)
And if I said it then I meant it (ha)
You talking to the landlord
I'll kick you like a tenant (yea)
If you want the gas
Then you got to hit the hot line (brrr brrr)
I ain't worried about yours
Yo I got Mine (I got mine)
If you getting money
Then you ain't got time (no)
If you focus on the Love
How could you not shine (lets go)
On the way up
On my lay up
Yea I stay up
On my pay up
Don't fuck my day up
Grab a chair up
I'm the mayor
These are layers
Yea I been about my paper
All my niggas real
All yawl niggas really fakers
Tell me what's the deal
Cause my niggas really shakers
Fuck how you feel I need it now not later
For real
C.J. Da Poet
Try Gas

Written by:
Ricardo Mercado

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