Gudda Gudda - Money Keep Calling feat Flow lyrics

rate me

Ring, ring, ring, that money keep calling me, keep calling, keep caling

I woke up this morning, money on my mind, bad bitches in my bed

Tryina fuck, but I ain’t got time

So I hopped about the set, jumped straight in the shower

Told my plug I’ll meet him at McDonalds in an hour

So I jumped right in my trunk, cut that quarter four up

Stopped to grab a sprite, gotta get white it’s time to pull up

Waisting to the money, cellphone trippin, and my pistol on my lap

While I’m riding and I’m working

[Hook]

I’m coming straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I’m balling

Got a scope on the rifle, I ain’t missing none of my targets

Is that your girl, say she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me

Gotta get straight to the money, bitch don’t you hear that paper calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Money keep calling, money keep calling

I’m talking big money, big paper, big gun with a red laser

Dump you in the river now, the pigs will find your head later

I’m a New Orleans, I’m Fay Gator, peels bury, I’m bread maker

Got a 9 I call her nino ross, aka the head breaker

You niggas is dead fakers, cb4, gusto type

I’m just getting money, living lovely, nigga fuck your life

… and I’m using mine, every day is when I use the shine

They call me the mechanic, cause I’m walking round with this tool of mine

[Hook]

I’m coming straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I’m balling

Got a scope on the rifle, I ain’t missing none of my targets

Is that your girl, say she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me

Gotta get straight to the money, bitch don’t you hear that paper calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Money keep calling, money keep calling

Blow my nurse bag, Gudda pass me the weed

I’m a cold hearted nigga so I’m grabbing the heat

Throw some bullets at your ass, all my passes complete

I put a hole in your skull, alexander mcqueen

Man, motherfuck you and the name of your team

Laughing at you while I stab you then I wrap you in sheets

I caught you by your cous house, now you bleeding on the lawn

I spit dope, I’m cold young, put this needle to your arm

I’m the hottest when it’s cold, I be freezing when it’s warm

F said I’m bout to blow, like I’m teeding on the bomb, pause

2 wild blood niggas from the… beat

[Hook]

I’m coming straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I’m balling

Got a scope on the rifle, I ain’t missing none of my targets

Is that your girl, say she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me

Gotta get straight to the money, bitch don’t you hear that paper calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Calling me, that money keep calling me

Money keep calling, money keep calling.