Lyrics New Phone - Flawless Real Talk, TrOyMaN

New Phone

Been on my grind, getting way too rich
Ain’t had time for nobody ever since
Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime
Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
I don’t have a reason to lie
Could be just me and survive
I pick up the phone, I don’t like your tone
Assume that my battery died
I don’t have the time to play with you dummies
I’m no longer chasing the money
I’m taking it all
Pull a Lebron
I’m looking to ball
Feel like John when I’m hitting the wall
I dun' been through more than five lines
These girls always find mine’s
Told them what they’re crossing right now here is a fine line
But they don’t care, like they don’t hear
And it really blows my mind
I told them 401−297−2265 (five) times
It ain’t my fault
You can judge, it ain’t my court
But I don’t know what lane I want
So you better keep it on the side walk
Thats why you’re safer with the side talk
Its hard to hear from the game
Travelling the world, over my brain
New phone and house before new chain, oh man
Stack all week, dope plan
Life’s a beach, no sand
Success is sweet, no cran
I’ve got those keys, low band
You ain’t call me in a year, then you ain’t even know me, thats fine
I’ve been busy getting busy
Now they wanna hit me on the side
But I …
Been on my grind, getting way too rich
Ain’t had time for nobody ever since
Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime
Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
I don’t got too many flaws
Feeling way too exquisite
How you get my number?
I’ma have to change my digits
Ringtone, ringtone, this your theme song
Bet this makes you vibrate
Now we buzzing like its nothing
No discussion, out from London to the Tri-State
Money calling like yes sir
We don’t fold under pressure
They swear we cut from the same cloth but this a whole different texture
You gon' learn this a lecture
Got the moves like a wrestler
Put your girl in a leg lock
Till she get the message, I ain’t even have to text her
If you ain’t locked in, I probably forget you
Bruh, you gon' remember my name
Even though the contact isn’t the same
Going for uncle of the year
Too many nieces and nephews
I could make kids if I want to
But my bro Flawless could son you
Doing numbers, need a new one
Hotline, blinging too much
They moving fishy, tuna
Engine probably need a tune up
Parking not what we do bruh
Kill a meter for the milestone
I’m bout the bread like a calzone
And you probably gon' get the dial tone
Been on my grind, getting way too rich
Ain’t had time for nobody ever since
Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime
Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone
I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?