Fat Trel - Money Calling lyrics

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Feat. Mane Mane 4CGG

(Hook)

Chicago, long trips, eight guns with the long clips

Loud packs, I’m like, my log pits

Wait a minute, my palm is itchin’

That’s money callin’, that money callin’

Don’t you hear this money callin’

All of this money allin’

I think fifty sixty nine it’s crazy

I ball sixty nines daily

I kiss sixty six white bitches on the smokest tour, that was all crazy

That money callin’ x 2

Don’t you hear all this oney callin?

(Verse)

Round and round on my side of town with my choppers up and my window down

That nigga with me, he talkin’ fity

Like where the fuck niggas right now

Small gun and my Nike boom

With a Patron one to make no sound

He try to run but I have a gun that will runnin’ down for a hundred miles

I ain’t with none of that rappers, droppin’ your body, I’m watchin’ you happen

Zippin’ you up with the bad police

Only seein’ and they askin’ what happen

But I’m never jockin’ so tellin’ me shit, to be low and callin’ me trafic

Rap a nigga up with plastic

Roll your own shit on the apples

(Hook)

(Verse)

I tear 2-3 glass daily

I went falls, don’t get money lately

I’m out here, I don’t pay with chazy,

I’ve been state to state baby

Beyond nigga, I finelly made it

I use to be in no scrazy daily

Shine right, Chicago

Murder ain’t be sum crazy

Home that nigga really make it

Trill put me on the track, I’goin’ crazy

Chicago niggas, know how to make it

I’m beyond nigga, I’m out here goin’ crazy

Summer time, shine right

Only trill niggas gonna make it

Benjamin, big faces

Gold bottles, that’s aciest

(Hook)