Lyrics Dont Call My Phone - Chetta

Dont Call My Phone

My shooter gone shoot
Bust at ya roof
Baby who you
I need the loot
Money keep calling me
Hello
Money keep calling me
Hello
Money keep calling me
Hello
Money keep calling me
Hello
If it ain’t bout money
Dont call my phone
If it ain’t bout work
Just leave me alone
I pop that perc
Im in my zone
Two two threes
In ya back like bones
Four oz
In my cup that foam
Any hood im in
I feel like home
Home
Home
Home alone
Bad bitch twerking for me
Main bitch working for me
You on that bullshit
Stop it
I be out serving
And pull up like curtains
I feel like a surgeon
Well god damn
Look like you hurting
My pockets keep bursting
Im good with the earning
Like awh man
Why am i working em
Why am i curving em
Why am i swerving em
Awh damn
I be in the backseat lowkey
Pop another pill might o.
D
Smoking on frisco o.
G
Cook it with the soda o.
T
Boy you can get hit like kobe
Boy you can get hit on g.
P
All that talking bout shit
You dont know me
Bitch shut the fuck up
When you see me
(hook)