Lyrics Money Be Calling - Philthy Rich

Money Be Calling

I’m addicted to bitches\nYeah these niggas on hating\nThese niggas be hatin\nYeah these niggas be hatin\nI said that money be callin\nThat money be callin\nThat money be callin\nYeah that money be callin\nI’m addicted to bitches\nGetting money and ballin\nAnd these niggas be hatin\nHatin trippin no stallin\nNow that money be callin\nThat money be callin\nThat money be callin\nI’m addicted to bitches\nGettin money and ballin\nAnd these niggas be hatin\nHatin trippin no stallin\nMoney on my line so I answer on the first race\nBallin like I’m supposed to be these niggas 3rd streets, Thousand on these reds,\nI’m allergic to the feds, he just dreamin bout the money he ain’t woke up out\nthe bed, here’s young Philthy Rich sim city money man, pistol niggas I was on\nthe corner wit is who I eat with, sim city to harlem, me and that money keep\ncallin, and nigga been ballin, I ain’t talkin bout Spardin, ask them outside\nand you can hear from a mile away, we might sit up front is what I told the\nvalet, tip to my honey yeah the key up in the hunter, I was stuck in the trap\ntryin to test my first hundred, and that money keep callin, it’s straight\nthrough no three way, locked behind them cells that bitch won’t answer my three\nway, it was ringin of the hook, no money on my books, now that money keep\ncallin I know you hear it in the hood bitches yeah\nI said that money be callin\nThat money be callin\nThat money be callin\nYeah that money be callin\nI’m addicted to bitches\nGetting money and ballin\nAnd these niggas be hatin\nHatin trippin no stallin\nNow that money be callin\nThat money be callin\nThat money be callin\nYeah that money be callin\nI’m addicted to bitches\nGetting money and ballin\nAnd these niggas be hatin\nHatin trippin no stallin\nWhen the money calls, we can talk cash, it’s twelve a man, them bitches know\nwhere that fork at, only two foreigns, so the shit growlin, when we hit the\nclub we need ten bottles we straight wil’n, hit the dealer, make a baller\nchoice, either hard top or that soft thing on that Rolls Royce, I just flew in\nwith some bad bitches I flew in I’m in a drop top with two seats and I’m only\nthinkin about two in, my niggas lie, got a few in, ya’ll in the building the\nmob niggas bout to move in, we come to gamble, blowin dough in Vegas,\nno real niggas that ball harder than the Oakland Raiders, cemeteries,\nseminary’s, kill zone, big watches with wheel stones, we deal drugs,\nwe don’t deal with phones, I quarter thrill when I first bring that mill home\nNow that money be callin\nThat money be callin\nThat money be callin\nYeah that money be callin\nI’m addicted to bitches\nGetting money and ballin\nAnd these niggas be hatin\nHatin trippin no stallin