"Money Callin'" lyrics - POP SMOKE

POP SMOKE

"Money Callin'"

feat. Polo G & Pop Smoke

[Intro: Rich the Kid]
This beat from Murda
Aye, woo

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Ain't fucking with none of these rap niggas, they just want you to fall off (No cap)
My bitch, she bad as Rihanna, nigga that ain't just for the blog call
KG, my money, ball (Money ball)
Your money small (Your money small)
When my phone ring, that's a bank phone, nigga money call (Rich)

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bankroll bankroll, money calling
Rolls Royce truck, I'm really balling
I bet on myself, I go all in
[?] brought up to the top, when you fall in
What you know 'bout that [?] tail
I want all money, made a 'mill in an email (What)
The Maybach a V-12
Why that nigga coming, got me thinking is he 12? (Rich)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Lil' bro woke up like, "Who I'ma shoot today?"
Foenem visit your block, let the Ruger spray
Talking tough to his features, got blew away
Put your hood on a list like a tour date
'Lil bitch I'm back in, gang, now I'm up booking features and shows at a newer rate
I only like Beamers and shit but I might switch it up
Hit the E way up and do the straight
Swerving foreigns, the shit like a drag race
I been running shit up at a fast pace
I ain't worried 'bout shit but a cash play
Tryna be rich forever, the bag way
I ain't in competition with niggas but can't make it look like I'm coming in last place
I remember them robbery days, and you better be still and just do what this mask say

[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Look, I got fifty two shots in this Glock, is you with it or not?
Say that you tough, but you calling a bluff
Ameri the Denim, Dior on my body, pocket full of knots
They like what's on your left?
Patek, on my neck
Aquafina, bad bitch like Trina
I'm scheming, off the perky, I'm leaning