Dave East, DJ Drama and Buda & Grandz - Call the Promoters

I'll tell you what
If you seen him before you're gonna wanna see him again
And if you haven't seen him before
You're gonna get a kick out of it (Gangsta)

Back out the trucks, park up the foreigns, I'm tryna stay low
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks, got money to blow
I was just stuck, just tryin' to get up until I was broke
When it come to family, shit, I had the least now I got the most
Tell the promoters we 'bout to pull up, just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talkin' crazy, now we on yo' ass
All I know is go real fast hopin' I never crash
Where was these niggas at? I was strapped down on my last

Bring out the hundreds tonight, the fifties could leave at the crib (leave at the crib)
Take all the twenties and tens I give them shits all to my kids (give to my daughters)
I was the nigga that tried to show love when y'all just hatin' (y'all niggas was hatin')
I look at 'em now, not doin' too well it is what it is
Jump out a Rover, if I get pulled over, I don't got no license
I done got back in with Buda and Grandz, we might get indicted
Nothin' but crack and paraphernalia that's all in my cypher
These nigga don't write it, like I write it, never had nobody write it
I get just excited, pourin' out my thoughts
Money not good 'til it's in the vault
Dismissed the case, nobody saw
If we get snatched nobody talk (shut the fuck up)
If we get snatched nobody talk
Dismissed the case, nobody saw (shh)

Back out the trucks, park up the foreigns, I'm tryna stay low (back all the trucks out)
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks, got money to blow (all I want is money)
I was just stuck, just tryin' to get up until I was broke (you could see it)
When it come to family, shit, I had the least now I got the most
Uh, tell the promoters we 'bout to pull up, just bring out my cash (we 'bout to pull up)
You was on Instagram talkin' crazy, now we on yo' ass (now we on yo' top)
All I know is go real fast, hopin' I never crash (real fast, real fast)
Where was these niggas at? I was strapped down on my last

I keep my youngin' away from the drama I know he'll squeeze (I know he'll blast)
I told the people about my survivor then went overseas (I went overseas)
I was a juvenile when they put out 400 Degrees (uh)
I fucked up her schedule, 'cause after we fuck she ain't wanna leave
Back on my bullshit, nothin' but pain the way that I started (way that I started)
My draws from Saks, sneakers from Louis, my tees from Target (uh)
Hussle always told me, "Run a lap," now a nigga just joggin' (nigga just cruisin')
Could've opened up a store anywhere I got it in Harlem
Entrepreneur these niggas be actin' like they don't want money
Same opportunity, as soon as you get it they look at you funny
Some of the best shit I ever learned I got from a junkie
Most of them same hoes used to curve me Now them bitches want me
Back up the trucks and park up the foreigns Don't want them to see me
I done came up, they hate on my light but they want to be me
I holla at Maza to make sure that the diamonds is nothin' but Fiji (agua)
Why is you mad at Mario? You ain't built to be Luigi

Back out the trucks, park up the foreigns, I'm tryna stay low
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks, got money to blow
I was just stuck, just tryin' to get up until I was broke
When it come to family, shit, I had the least now I got the most
Uh, tell the promoters we 'bout to pull up, just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talkin' crazy, now we on yo' ass
All I know is go real fast, hopin' I never crash (real fast, real fast)
Where was these niggas at? I was strapped down on my last (uh)

Tell the promoters
That I got Grammy now
The price is a little different
And I'm hotter than ever (Dramatic)

Written by:
Dan Garcia, David Brewster, Elliot Dubbock, Francis Ubiera, Michael Kuzion

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