
CALLIN’ Tony Shhnow
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[Intro]
Damn
How the fuck I'm supposed to sleep with all this goddamn money on the streets, man
Phone keep ringing
Money, my bitch, goddamn
[Chorus]
I woke up, heard the block calling
Me ex called me, said can you stop balling
Fucking up the money, I'm a bank problem
All my niggas shooters and they shot calling
I woke up, heard the block calling
Me ex called me, said can you stop balling
Fucking up the money, I'm a bank problem
All my niggas shooters and they shot calling
[Verse]
My trap look like the bathroom but we hate stalling
I count the money slow, I hear that drank calling
I listen to the streets but it's that bank talking
Defense, it win games but we got great offense
If I ain't in my trap, I'm in a bank office
Make this bad bitch eat my kids while her children calling
Think it's sweet, that Glock gon' bounce like it's from New Orleans
I'm performing in that kitchen, finna take you touring
We pull up with them tools like we installing
Ice on my neck, don't let me get to snowballing
Running to that money and you niggas slow jogging
Paranoid, feel like I always hear the block calling
Damn
How the fuck I'm supposed to sleep with all this goddamn money on the streets, man
Phone keep ringing
Money, my bitch, goddamn
[Chorus]
I woke up, heard the block calling
Me ex called me, said can you stop balling
Fucking up the money, I'm a bank problem
All my niggas shooters and they shot calling
I woke up, heard the block calling
Me ex called me, said can you stop balling
Fucking up the money, I'm a bank problem
All my niggas shooters and they shot calling
[Verse]
My trap look like the bathroom but we hate stalling
I count the money slow, I hear that drank calling
I listen to the streets but it's that bank talking
Defense, it win games but we got great offense
If I ain't in my trap, I'm in a bank office
Make this bad bitch eat my kids while her children calling
Think it's sweet, that Glock gon' bounce like it's from New Orleans
I'm performing in that kitchen, finna take you touring
We pull up with them tools like we installing
Ice on my neck, don't let me get to snowballing
Running to that money and you niggas slow jogging
Paranoid, feel like I always hear the block calling
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