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Don’t Call My Phone. Lyrics by Mizzle Mac

October Baby II

2022

Don't call my phone about no money ain't 'bout getting me none
It's just a joke.. he think he funny, talm 'bout getting me done
Said he misspoke, well he a dummy.. smoked like weed in his lungs
He know I tote heat, run my money ain't no giving me crumbs
We stumped yo nigga out his du-ey ain't talk precipitation
And all my niggas down to jump if it's a situation
Go get some money, ain't gon' find it in the bitch you chasing
I think the gram got to his head, got too much information
You gon' love me when I blow.. baby, that's a fact
Don't see it now you're snorting blow, yo' music sense is wack
And I'm a Green, that mean I glow.. when I see red its wrapped
I wear the sticky on my coat, if niggas play get zapped
Lil nigga fuck yo' vest, what if I shoot you in the head?
Big capping up the party, but don’t really get no bread
Mikey running fashion damn, heard right! that’s what I said
And you always talking shit like you that bitch ass nigga Ted
Hating 'cause I got the bag all you bitches really..
Weirdo
Weirdo
Still don’t get the bag
Ion fear hoes, clear
Never will and never have
Zeroes zeroes
Gotta hunt it stay on task
That sweet shit get stepped on
I had to learn to hold my nuts
I gotta do it 'fore you do it
Quick to beat you to the punch
Pour you fluids I’ll be empty
Ain’t on me to bring you lunch
What half my cup you ever lent me?
Digging deep it can’t be much
Don't call my phone about no money ain't 'bout getting me none
It's just a joke.. he think he funny, talm 'bout getting me done
Said he misspoke, well he a dummy.. smoked like weed in his lungs
He know I tote heat, run my money ain't no giving me crumbs
We stumped yo' nigga out his du-ey ain't talk precipitation
And all my niggas down to jump if it's a situation
Go get some money, ain't gon' find it in the bitch you chasing
I think the gram got to his head, got too much information
Freak bitch, thick at the bottom.. She a pyramid
I ain't nothing like these niggas ain't no comparing it
Lil mama say she in love, but I ain't hearing it
Don't hit me up about no cash, if you ain't sharing it
Breadwinner, lika a waitress.. I'm a bread getter
Fly guy, I be suited up.. like a dead nigga
Led niggas, I ain't even have it and I fed niggas
Give a fuck how you feel if I said what I said nigga
She ain't never seen me before.. she like, "Who dat?"
Weak nigga, I took his bitch.. he want his boo back
If it got some revenue on it, then I pursue that
Gettin' to it, they want tutorials how to do that
They trynna be me, I'm the only one that can do me
Watching every move, these niggas think it's a movie
I ain't paying for shit, it's on the house.. Snoopy
I'm trynna fuck a Rose... Amber, Rubi
Don't call my phone about no money ain't 'bout getting me none
It's just a joke.. he think he funny, talm 'bout getting me done
Said he misspoke, well he a dummy.. smoked like weed in his lungs
He know I tote heat, run my money ain't no giving me crumbs
We stumped yo' nigga out his du-ey ain't talk precipitation
And all my niggas down to jump if it's a situation
Go get some money, ain't gon' find it in the bitch you chasing
I think the gram got to his head, got too much information
Niggas better know 1 thing, gettin' money in my nature
Oooh, nigga I ain't gotta say much
I just pull up, get the bag.. really bout my paper
Balling on these niggas now they NBA players
Drop 'em off in {?} City, easy like lay up
Trackhawk get gon', niggas can't keep up
This real ZaZa, niggas can't reach us
We the ones popping' shit.. what you gon' teach us?
Niggas must forgot, guess these niggas got amnesia
Had to dress the Draco up like it was Easter
Gottem' off in one day and niggas had to re-up
We be runnin' laps around these niggas they can't keep up
Don't call my phone about no money ain't 'bout getting me none
It's just a joke.. he think he funny, talm 'bout getting me done
Said he misspoke, well he a dummy.. smoked like weed in his lungs
He know I tote heat, run my money ain't no giving me crumbs
We stumped yo' nigga out his du-ey ain't talk precipitation
And all my niggas down to jump if it's a situation
Go get some money, ain't gon' find it in the bitch you chasing
I think the gram got to his head, got too much information
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