Lambo - Phone Lit lyrics

[Intro] Hello? Got my, got my lit Got my phone lit Got my phone lit Got my phone lit Got my, got my, lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my phone lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my, got my, lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my phone lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit [Verse 1] I can hear the stripper Once I give her to my n***as, my feelings'll make her bitter Type of b**h that makes average n***as change up their livin' Trickin', 'bout to run up the credit, max out the limit Coke and marijuana, that molly I'm out here with it Plus my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins Diamonds, diamonds, coppin', I profit on opposition And my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins, yeah [Chorus] Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit [Verse 2] Yeah, they say the real n***as never die I swear my n***as would do bids to spot a n***a dead I went by baby [?], knew you was candy red I put that there my mama, I can get you ahead I put that there on my mama, streets'll never forget you Them n***as basic, to hit you, boy, they was soft as tissue Rolled up with so many choppas lookin' like a militia Chopper go pop, ain't no snitches, my n***as know the business Yeah, she know the business and that p**y hit me like wow Stuck in the cell, I wish I had that p**y right now I like to see it, I don't need it with the lights down Your n***a trippin', tell that p**y n***a pipe down Sellin' yola, heads or tails, sold it like Bobby Brown Maserati Michael Bivins, n***a, that new edition Pray my baby never end up payin' for my decisions Treat her different [?] ain't used to my type of livin' [Chorus] Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time Tickets on my phone line We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl, I bet you'll love me long time Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit f**in' up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit [Outro] Rollin' up a blunt You don't even... I thought you don't even smoke no more Nah I smoke sometimes, I just don't, I don't drink See I don't even know this person, 'cause when you was out of the country you was completely a sober person