Bobby Kritical - Money Phone lyrics

[Hook: Offset & Reese LAFLARE] Hop in the wraith, it's a ghost How much you pay? what's your gross? Come take a dive in the ocean Give me your phone, you can't post I do not brag or boast You see the diamonds, they show She took a land of coke Then took them bricks on the road Money on the line That's that bread phone Money talk long Bring them racks, bring them racks Money counter sound That's my ringtone All about the benjamins That's my theme song [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE & Offset] Walk right in this b**h Bankroll on my waist Money smell all in this Gucci I won't change my clothes Money talk some more I might change my flow Yellow diamonds, Lisa Simpson Money got me trippin' Back to the basics, count up all these faces I run to the money, I tied up my laces You trappin' you trappin', don't go out like [?] If you in the streets why you showin' your paper? Young n***a I had a master plan I just got a hundred in Africa Every day I get a bag-a-than You know what that mean, that's them rack-a-than's Shawty look like Marilyn Monroe Count up the racks at the shows Draco break dance on the floor I love how that draco reload Draco come right through your door Draco be ringing like phones Draco be rocking like stones That draco don't play with you folks Add it up, add it up, add it in Doin' real numbers, no time for friends My family got the same eyes and legs Shoot ‘em ten times, make ‘em die again I'm sippin' codeine for brunch I make a hit, it's a Mike Tyson punch I get the percs and the narcs from the aunt Run to the money, get cardio ones [Hook: Offset & Reese LAFLARE] Hop in the wraith, it's a ghost How much you pay? what's your gross? Come take a dive in the ocean Give me your phone, you can't post I do not brag or boast You see the diamonds, they show She took a land of coke Then took them bricks on the road Money on the line That's that bread phone Money talk long Bring them racks, bring them racks Money counter sound That's my ringtone All about the benjamins That's my theme song [Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE & Key!] I think I might get me a Lam today High off diamonds, do the dance High off phone, made of money While them bands make you sag I glamor all on my glitz Patek Philippe my wrist Put it on my plate Fat man take this I'm f**in mujeres, you n***as do better My foot on they neck and I bet I won't let up I huncho'ed your ho in the field like a ‘ception She s** on the dick ‘til she hiccup I bought a new truck Press on the gas and it lift up I press on the gas and I'm gone b**h you not main, ho leave me alone, lone n***as want handouts, n***as want loans, gone n***as want handouts, n***as want loans, gone [Hook: Offset & Reese LAFLARE] Hop in the wraith, it's a ghost How much you pay? what's your gross? Come take a dive in the ocean Give me your phone, you can't post I do not brag or boast You see the diamonds, they show She took a land of coke Then took them bricks on the road Money on the line That's that bread phone Money talk long Bring them racks, bring them racks Money counter sound That's my ringtone All about the benjamins That's my theme song