Lyrics Dont Call My Phone - Chetta

My shooter gone shoot
Bust at ya roof
Baby who you
I need the loot
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
My shooter gone shoot
Bust at ya roof
Baby who you
I need the loot
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
If it ain't bout money
Dont call my phone
If it ain't bout work
Just leave me alone
I pop that perc
Im in my zone
.223's
In ya back like bones
Four oz's
In my cup that foam
Any hood I'm in
I feel like home (Home, home, home)
Home alone
Bad bitch twerking for me
Main bitch working for me
You on that bullshit
Stop it
I be out serving
And pull up like curtains
I feel like a surgeon
Well god damn
Look like you hurting
My pockets keep bursting
Im good with the earning
Like awh man
Why am I working em'
Why am I curving em'
Why am I swerving em'
Awh damn
I be in the backseat lowkey
Pop another pill might OD
Smoking on frisco OG
Cook it with the soda OT
Boy you can get hit like Kobe
Boy you can get hit on GP
All that talking bout shit
You dont know me
Bitch shut the fuck up
When you see me
(Shut the fuck up when you see me)
(Shut the fuck up when you see me)
(Shut the fuck up when you see me)
(Shut the fuck up when you see me)
My shooter gone shoot
Bust at ya roof
Baby who you
I need the loot
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
My shooter gone shoot
Bust at ya roof
Baby who you
I need the loot
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)
Money keep calling me (Hello)