J Dot - Money Calling

The money calling and gotta make my moves now
And it's moving quick but I don't wanna lose out
Everyone tryna do the same shit but it don't matter now 'cause I can't miss
Hate a shorty but I can't diss
Don't know what I want but it ain't this
You just mad cause she put me on her fucking playlist
Cry like a little bitch keep throwing all them fits and I promise we'll both end up on a jail List
I want 40 racks for the summer
Man, man what a bummer
Imma lay the pipe for your girl, ain't no fucking plumber
Said she like the way I touch her
Word, word to your mother
But for me she'd turn into a runner, to a runner
I just left the crib, I ain't even got her number
I just left the crib, I ain't even use a rubber
Oh shit, did I turn this girl into a fucking mother
I don't wanna see her suffer, but I ain't gonna be her lover
Why does it even matter now
I don't even know what that's about
Writing all these stories you a clown
I ain't with the clown shit, nah, nah
Imma wake up in a motherfucking palace
Used to be a dream and now I gotta have it
Stay fucking with me, you'll end up with the static
Shoot your ass down with a-
With a semi automatic
The money calling and gotta make my moves now
And it's moving quick, but I don't wanna lose out
Everyone tryna do the same shit, but it don't matter now 'cause I can't miss
Hate a shorty but I can't diss
Don't know what I want, but it ain't this
You just mad cause she put me on her fucking playlist
Cry like a little bitch, keep throwing all them fits and I promise we'll both end up on a jail List

Written by:
Logan Buist

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