Torei K - Money Callin Lyrics

I gotta get up and go
I gotta go hit the road
That money be calling
That money be calling my phone
Look at my neck, my wrist, my bitch
Walk in the spot with a whole lotta sticks
Yea i be rocking the Vetements and Rick
Yea my shooter don't know how to miss
Don't say that you love me, i rather you show it
Mud in my cup yea you know that i pour it
Stacking the money you know that i grow it
Say that she love me i told her i know it
I gotta get to the bag
I gotta get to the green
I gotta get to the cheese
Nah these nigga ain't f*cking with me
Stand on my money i'm taller than Heem
His blood the same color my beam
She wanna f*ck put that hoe on my team
I give her dick but won't give her a ring
I tell her bye, see you
Give a f*ck bout a hoe i don't need her
The draco it sing like aaliyah
Yea put that boy in a box, IKEA
I don't give a f*ck bout the police
Too high yea i'm feeling holy
Where my twin @ i'm feeling lonely
New mink coat yea i'm feeling cozy
Yea now that bitch tryna show me up
I tell the hoe just pour me up
I tell the hoe just to roll me up
Man who let them lil ass boys in here
I got my stick and that hoe it go BLATT
I'm with my twins and them niggas say SLATT
I f*cked her good, now my name she wanna tat
Yea i hit the bitch from the back
Yea i'm too geeked, put that drop in my soda
He wanna get down, send that boy to Jehovah
I gotta dip tell the lil hoe it's over
Yea lil hoe it's over :)