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Money Calling Video (MV)




Performed By: Deen Chase
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Deen Chambers




Deen Chase - Money Calling Lyrics




(If ya ready
'Cause I'm ready
When ya ready)

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada me

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling

You know how it is when you grew from poverty
My niggas gonna bang, you gon do the opposite
You can't come where we live, stay on mutual property
My crew so dominant, we the usual politics
She want all of my attention
Had to warn her when she met me
& I'm affording all expenses
Keep a 40, long extension
I been heartless since a youngin
I know karma gonna get me
Ima pay the pay the price though
Money just recycles

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling

I could never chow where I shit at
Babygirl, you know I got a big bag
I just want the throat, where your lips at?
I just I got the dome so miss me with the mishaps
Don't hit up my phone, period
Talking bout you missed that
You should face the truth, bitch
Your face is where my kids at
Why these niggas so scary
Clearly never lived that
Fade a nigga like I'm Curry
30 gonna kick back
I don't know who is you, all of y'all unfamiliar
A nigga gon make a move cause I got paraphernalia
I cannot go
This hammer blow even at civilians
I'll slit your throat
Put you in a hole if it's bout them millions
Burying your bones, I leave your clothes up in the trunk
Burn it like your soul or when I'm smoking on the skunk
Screams is music to my ears like your favorite opera tune
I know who you switching sides with if the timing opportune

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
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(If ya ready
'Cause I'm ready
When ya ready)

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada me

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling

You know how it is when you grew from poverty
My niggas gonna bang, you gon do the opposite
You can't come where we live, stay on mutual property
My crew so dominant, we the usual politics
She want all of my attention
Had to warn her when she met me
& I'm affording all expenses
Keep a 40, long extension
I been heartless since a youngin
I know karma gonna get me
Ima pay the pay the price though
Money just recycles

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling

I could never chow where I shit at
Babygirl, you know I got a big bag
I just want the throat, where your lips at?
I just I got the dome so miss me with the mishaps
Don't hit up my phone, period
Talking bout you missed that
You should face the truth, bitch
Your face is where my kids at
Why these niggas so scary
Clearly never lived that
Fade a nigga like I'm Curry
30 gonna kick back
I don't know who is you, all of y'all unfamiliar
A nigga gon make a move cause I got paraphernalia
I cannot go
This hammer blow even at civilians
I'll slit your throat
Put you in a hole if it's bout them millions
Burying your bones, I leave your clothes up in the trunk
Burn it like your soul or when I'm smoking on the skunk
Screams is music to my ears like your favorite opera tune
I know who you switching sides with if the timing opportune

I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
I came up from the bottom
They want smoke, I got it
Cop my mom designer
& she ain't been more Prada
I be where the money calling
I be where the money calling
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Writer: Deen Chambers
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