Rashad - Money Fhone lyrics
(Hook) Hey Motel keys Open door more keys Po po freeze Bank account no cheese Street smarts I done learned it from my OGs You in the club with the water That's OD I got money in my iPhone I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones And I'm strapped up dummy Is your mind gone? Huh? You must really want your mind blown Huh, I got money in my iPhone Huh, I be in and out of time zones Hmm, don't need a scale I can eyeball it Huh, just hit my line you can buy something Huh, I got money in my iPhone Just hit me I got money in my iPhone Hit my line I got money in my iPhone Just hit me I got money in my iPhone Hit my line I got work though Hit my line pronto I put you on though Get it off like Rondo The head honcho Bape and a poncho But I've been getting it since Triple 5 Soul I got money in my iPhone But, you be hitting me when the time wrong Make a brother feel like you got a wire on When I'm on stage only place I need a microphone n***a! (Hook) Hey Motel keys Open door more keys Po po freeze Bank account no cheese Street smart I done learned it from my OGs You in the club with the water That's OD I got money in my iPhone I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones And I'm strapped up dummy Is your mind gone? Huh? You must really want your mind blown, huh Make a brother feel like you got a wire on When I'm on stage only place I need a microphone n***a! I got money in my iPhone I got, I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones And, and I'm strapped up dummy Is your mind gone? Huh? You must really want your mind blown I got money in my iPhone You be hitting me when the time wrong Make, make a brother feel like you got a wire on When I'm on stage only time I need a microphone I got money in my iPhone (In my iPhone) I got money in my iPhone (I got money in my iPhone) I got money in my iPhone (iPhone) I got money in my iPhone 7-9 candy paint suede seats I'm laid back Windows down, they hate that Bumping the legend, Ray Cash Elevator, n***a we on TRBEVADA that same song It's Midwest til my days gone And after that, I still live on My n***a, Twe say If a n***a trip, let ‘em know And he'll k** boy My home girl say You the type of n***a That a real n***a would k** for Hand full of gold like Thanos Red bandana like Rambo They say, how he that When the hood that he come from Crip'n? n***a, cause I can, though It's Fifth Ave, Krumm Park Broad day, them guns spark Rappers rap about how they pick the cup up And they got change n***a all I hear is bums talk I got stripes Raf Simmons, Stan Smith Don't get pilled, n***a If it's prollys, my ahki's is catch'n bodies I see beards, n***a Hey, somebody call my OG Hey, somebody call Pusha T Hey, I need some help moving keys Ten hundred dollar bills I'm a G Somebody call my OG Hey, somebody call Pusha T Hey, I need some help moving keys Ten hundred dollar, I'm a I'm a