Mover - Ringtone lyrics

(Baby really hate my ringtone) Yats wanna get down with a mobster And if she f** good I might treat her to lobster Feds cross cah They don't wanna see me leave the wing like Bale did Hotspur Gotta get proper doe Burberry sitting on my collarbone That's just how it's gotta go I'm tired, but when the line ring I don't give a f** where the fiend is I gotta go But you, you always stay in your bed on the phone to a b**h Like "Why you never holler though?" I got it though Brazilian weave, bezzelled cartis, I f** me some proper O's And now my wife she ain't gotta know The shoes on her feet drug deals what's got her those Honest bro, I hate the f**ing hood I want a penthouse suite out in Monaco Til then I'll be grafting And mummy knows what I do I don't ever understand why she asking G's in my borough, forgot the game's about Getting out the hood and dropping P's to your mother My brudda, I'm a yak boy, everybody know this How we coming with a 20 bag rolex Let man find where this p**y boy home is, lock off his whole sh** [Chorus] One day I was chilling, I was billling Got me thinking 'bout my n***as that be locked in a wing ooo Move and we show them how the ting go I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo Fine boy no pimple eylelele She said she keep on hearing my ring tone Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele Baby really hate my ring tone See this n***as can't do it how I do it Pop champagne in the club it's nothing new it It's a madting this is how we roll We shut things down everywhere that we go Now Alisha wanna holler me She never really wanna know when I'm nobody, eh I can never get tired I'm living this life that I'm living in Now my champagnes swimming See my Naija gyal in Armani Keep talking bout she wanna meet my mummy Jamaican gyal in Ed Hardy Maybe she'll be in quick with my car key These n***as keep talking bout money But never spent one bag on their mummy I can never get tired Of living this life, that I'm living this life, that I'm living in [Chorus] One day I was chilling, I was billling Got me thinking 'bout my n***as that be locked in a wing ooo Move and we show them how the ting go I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo Fine boy no pimple eylelele She said she keep on hearing my ring tone Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele Baby really hate my ring tone Eylele Baby really hate my ring tone Eylele Baby really hate my ring tone (The person you are trying to reach is not currently able to accept calls, please try again later)