(Baby really hate my ringtone) Yats wanna get down with a mobster And if she fuck good I might treat her to lobster Feds cross cah They don't wanna see me leave the wing like Bale did Hotspur Gotta get proper doe Burberry sitting on my collarbone That's just how it's gotta go I'm tired, but when the line ring I don't give a fuck where the fiend is I gotta go But you, you always stay in your bed on the phone to a bitch Like "Why you never holler though?" I got it though Brazilian weave, bezzelled cartis, I fuck me some proper O's And now my wife she ain't gotta know The shoes on her feet drug deals what's got her those Honest bro, I hate the fucking hood I want a penthouse suite out in Monaco Til then I'll be grafting And mummy knows what I do I don't ever understand why she asking G's in my borough, forgot the game's about Getting out the hood and dropping P's to your mother My brudda, I'm a yak boy, everybody know this How we coming with a 20 bag rolex Let man find where this pussy boy home is, lock off his whole shit [Chorus] One day I was chilling, I was billling Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo Move and we show them how the ting go I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo Fine boy no pimple eylelele She said she keep on hearing my ring tone Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele Baby really hate my ring tone See this niggas can't do it how I do it Pop champagne in the club it's nothing new it It's a madting this is how we roll We shut things down everywhere that we go Now Alisha wanna holler me She never really wanna know when I'm nobody, eh I can never get tired I'm living this life that I'm living in Now my champagnes swimming See my Naija gyal in Armani Keep talking bout she wanna meet my mummy Jamaican gyal in Ed Hardy Maybe she'll be in quick with my car key These niggas keep talking bout money But never spent one bag on their mummy I can never get tired Of living this life, that I'm living this life, that I'm living in [Chorus] One day I was chilling, I was billling Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo Move and we show them how the ting go I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo Fine boy no pimple eylelele She said she keep on hearing my ring tone Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele Baby really hate my ring tone Eylele Baby really hate my ring tone Eylele Baby really hate my ring tone (The person you are trying to reach is not currently able to accept calls, please try again later)
Read the complete lyrics to "Ringtone" by Mover in 2014. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.
"Ringtone" is performed by Mover. in 2014 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL.
Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data.
If you enjoy "Ringtone", explore more songs by Mover using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.
"Ringtone" is credited to Mover. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.
Album information for "Ringtone" is not available in our database yet. You can still read the full lyrics on this page.
Visit the Mover artist page at /artist/mover for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.
