Call My Phone Z-Ro (Ft. Slim Thug)

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me

[Verse 1: Z-RO]
I don't need no help, my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil momma
Even tho I know you give great dome
I rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
Ain't even goin waste no gas, going to get some ass, I'm a keep my gas in my tank
Leave my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive or how much money ya got
And I don't giva damn if y'all really like me or not
I see ya lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening
Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening
Y'all niggas be riding dicks so much y'all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO, you can shove it up on yo ass real slow
I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first, and I tolerate, no disrespect
Lil momma if it's money for me to make we gon skip the sex