Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phones Off , by - Nafe Smallz. Song from the album Goat World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ozone
Song language: English
Phones Off |
| Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won’t let me |
| 'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski |
| I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard |
| I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie’s yard |
| Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back |
| You should see my whip, it’s got more horses than a race-track (Yeah, yeah) |
| And even though I’m signed, I’m still my own boss |
| This music changed my life, I still can’t turn these phones off |
| You know this shit changed my life |
| Different kinda stresses now, yeah |
| I fit on me twenty thou', yeah |
| Kinda shit I dreamt about, yeah |
| In and out these nitties houses |
| I was tryna figure out how to get the figures up, hmm |
| Gotta get my niggas out now |
| I been on a mission for the longest |
| Bitches only love me cah I’m on this |
| I’m just so in love with these profits |
| Labels tryna offer me a deal |
| I just keep it simple, keep it real |
| Ain’t got time to talk unless it’s mill’s |
| Ain’t even got the time for my bitch |
| She’s a dummy, I ain’t lyin' to my bitches |
| And I don’t trust a motherfuckin' soul |
| Money on me long, it come fold |
| Diamond and they floodin' my gold |
| You can see the shine at my shows |
| 20/20 vision, twenty goals |
| I been on a mission with the bros |
| I was sellin' coca with the woes |
| The poli' had the dogs in my home |
| Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won’t let me |
| 'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski |
| I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard |
| I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie’s yard |
| Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back |
| You should see my whip, it’s got more horses than a race-track |
| And even though I’m signed, I’m still my own boss |
| This music changed my life, I still can’t turn these phones off |
| Money still come and go, I |
| Never took the easy road, man |
| Shooters gotta keep the pole, I |
| Gotta stay schemin' |
| Tax on it, I ain’t know how much |
| I don’t even know, uh |
| Twenty for a easy show |
| Momma, look what I’m achievin' |
| Came up out the mud |
| I was trappin' before I sold a dub |
| Had to make money, re-up for the plug |
| I was duckin' the undies and the slugs |
| I was out trappin' with the gang |
| Now these diamonds, they holdin' me for ransom |
| Me, I just copped another crib in the North |
| I just need a mansion |
| I’ll never go back to my old ways |
| Dripped like a kilo of that cocaine |
| Turned down a milli' for my own break |
| I had to go create my own lane |
| All of this money, makin' more changes |
| Come from the bottom, it’s a long way |
| Pour out the Aces and it’s rosé |
| They know I do this shit the zone way |
| Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won’t let me |
| 'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski |
| I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard |
| I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie’s yard |
| Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back |
| You should see my whip, it’s got more horses than a race-track |
| And even though I’m signed, I’m still my own boss |
| This music changed my life, I still can’t turn these phones off |