2 cell phones

ayy

ayy

yeah

ayy

ayy

two cellphones and i'm harder to reach

don't wanna vibe

don't wanna link

i got the sauce

bitch

i'm the boss

talkin' to me like talkin' to meech

cleaning lady just emptied the trash

condom wrappers

versace receipts

all of my niggas is ready to shoot

they clappin' they hands and settin' they feet

two cellphones and i'm harder to reach

don't wanna vibe

don't wanna link

she said that she late

she think i'm the daddy

i'm actin' like shaggy

'cause it wasn't me

false alarm

just got her period

and she wasn't serious

what a relief

niggas be talkin'

but

talkin' is cheap

i'm built for this shit

man

i got the physique

two cellphones and i'm harder to reach

don't wanna vibe

don't wanna link

i'm in my section

i look a king

she lookin' at me like i'm somethin' to eat

she do not know

she 'bout to get curved

i met her before

she ain't wanna speak

i had a three

with two of your fans

can't say no names

i kept it discreet

wake up

pray

get money

repeat

wake up

pray

get money

repeat

i asked god for someone like me

he said

i can't