Univer_sal Beats - Hit My Phone lyrics

[Hook] Baby hit my phone up Tell me that I'm next up I just sold my soul yeah Pockets finna blow up [Verse 1] I just want a bankroll I just want the fame though Speaking on my name though Flexin' on these other hoes Trust me "brodie" You don't know me I'm not famous Remain nameless n***as hatin' All in person n***as worthless With yo b**h I'm flirting Clips out and them guns up Lil' n***a you f**ed up Real n***as we f**ed up With yo b**h and I'm posted up With yo hoe and we caked up Weak b**h I don't claim her I-L-Y's I don't do that Selling white, I don't do that Living life, I don't do that Jackpots like "booyah" Main n***a he a tool (yeah) Hit that n***a wit the tool (yeah) Which hoe I got two (yeah) Scary n***as like boo (yeah) One on one you might lose (yeah) Me and my n***as we fools (yeah) We eating; we eat with no food (yeah) We come on our bikes and we cruise (yeah) E.T to the moon (yeah) No hype on our shoes (yeah) Real hype to the crew (yeah) [Hook] Baby hit my phone up Tell me that I'm next up I just sold my soul yeah Pockets finna blow up [Verse 2] I just want the Rolex To flex on my hoe('s) ex This hoe need some Carmex From all the throat she giving This paper dead but I'm living I'm floating; kush in my system Blunt lit but I'm chilling Cybertrash in the building Pockets fat like Precious She love the green no lettuce She throwin' B's no letters Windows down so they smell us