FaceTime

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
You wonder why she ain’t call you in weeks, huh
You at home, late night, you can’t sleep, huh
I’m in the club, lookin' for a freak, huh
You the type of nigga would try to creep, huh
I’m the type of nigga would try to shoot, huh
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, yeah a kujo
Pulled up, four hoes in a two door
Pinky ring bling blaow, yeah bling blaow
FaceTime with your ho, count a few thou
Yeah I got a green pile and a blue pile
(Yeah I got a green pile and a blue pile)
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
On the phone with your bitch, I got bands ho
I’m getting money, broke bitch I can’t stand those
Always keep that strap, yeah I’m Rambo
Run it up, play a bitch like a banjo
Fuck around, you get lit like a candle
Up the chopper at his face and my man blow
I’ma spend it, got paper, I blow that
I’m the realest around and you know that
I’m just sayin', I’m just sayin', why you playin' ho?
I got plans ho, and I’m tryna fuck your friends ho
Don’t understand ho, I been winnin', I’m the man ho
I get the bands ho, and I’ma throw it on the ghetto
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
FaceTime your bitch, count up my chips
Sliding off in the foreigns, I keep thirty off in the stick
Blowin' up my line, tryna blow up on my dick
That’s your baby mama but she runnin' through the clique, ooh
You be soft up on a bitch bro
We don’t never love 'em, we just take 'em for the chips though
Stevie on the camera with the dick playin' limbo
You be on some sucker cuffin' shit like ten-four
Puffin' hella loud, off the cookie, blowin' indo
Player shit, this the squad nigga, kinfolk
Disrespect the mob, have you hangin' out the window
Nigga only mad she FaceTimed me in the Benzo, it’s Gunna
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh
She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh