Lyrics
I like making money on my cellular phone
I thank your shorty cause I'm feeling she can't leave me alone
And she gone tell me that she love me when I know that she don't
And I could never love a thot-ee think I'm better alone
Look I'm cold with it I broke the mold with it
I'm a bad seed baby can't be acquitted
This game's like hot liquid like lava when I spit it
Up in the club telling broads don't stop get it (get it)
I get my crown on I get my grind on
You better play your part you better know your timezone
I'm eastern standard time pacific mountain time
Now if you trying to top your boy you better mountain climb
Oh you a fan of mine? I get that all the time
Even these haters wanna come and get they poster signed
My life's a daily grind so one day at a time
I grab my pen and then I put my life up on the line
I like making money on my cellular phone
I thank your shorty cause I'm feeling she can't leave me alone
And she gone tell me that she love me when I know that she don't
And I could never love a thot-ee think I'm better alone
Making money on my cellular phone
I thank your shorty cause I'm feeling she can't leave me alone
And she gone tell me that she love me when I know that she don't
And I could never love a thot-ee think I'm better alone
I never trust a chick who send me selfie pics
She aint take herself no selfie stick
Just feed her healthy d*ck that's what they come for
If she a wealthy chick that b*tch is done for
Check my inbox see all these broads I got
A bunch of barbie dolls maybe a couple thots
Some of them old friends high school acquaintances
That long range pimpin show you just what patience is
At any given time whether matter night or day
If I give the word they going out they way
So keep on texting me like you wanting trouble
You get no reply just them Message bubbles
I like making money on my cellular phone
I thank your shorty cause I'm feeling she can't leave me alone
And she gone tell me that she love me when I know that she don't
And I could never love a thot-ee think I'm better alone
Making money on my cellular phone
I thank your shorty cause I'm feeling she can't leave me alone
And she gone tell me that she love me when I know that she don't
And I could never love a thot-ee think I'm better alone
Look I used to try to be real humble about everything
But Cotdamn they don't call me Extraordinaire for nothing
You better fall in or fallout play your part or get out
Walter Grier
O/B/O DistroKid