Bootycall

Huh, 9 missed calls
Numbers high like my weight, call me Rick Ross
I got her in my phone, single letter, got sauce
But she want cash, so I'm makin' sure that phones off
I gottem wonderin', like "What the hell he doin'?"
Prolly playin' 2K while he let the homie screw 'em
Fat cap, first half, man you prolly right
But first things first, you gotta keep yo circle tight, yuh
I got bigger issues in my DM's
Got my listens goin' up, girls on the PM
Can't let 'em sleep, yea you know it's time to get to leavin'
'Cause all my homies run 'til 5, we in the deep end, yuh
Ion fuck wit bitches only talkin' they worst days
Ion fuck wit homies only talkin' they best plays
So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me
It's as simple as this, bitch, you none my business
I ain't givin', I'm not Santa, and this is not Christmas
'Cause I'm up now, 50 rounds
One trigger, boy scout
'Cause this time around, imma count you
It's as simple as this, bitch, you none my business
I ain't givin', I'm not Santa, and this is not Christmas
'Cause I'm up now, 50 rounds
One trigger, boy scout
'Cause this time around, imma count you
out
So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me
So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me
So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me
So don't call my phone thinkin' you deserve me
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt
'Cause it's a bootycall, trust me it's gon' hurt me