Lyrics Money Phone - Icewear Vezzo

Just counted up 20 racks, my new Rollie worth 10K
Hit the bar threw 20 stacks, got 20 traps thats full of yae
Shot it out with a fuck nigga that wanted beef, cause he full of hate
I put cheese on a nigga head, you wanna eat come full your plate
Any problems my niggas solve 'em, runnin' shit like my niggas joggin'
50 G's in a pillow case it's money talk, that's pillow talk
Sippin' acki, I'm tripppin papi
High off molly, I'm dippin papi
Never smile, but I'm trigger happy
I'll pa-pa, have you missing family
Green Guy, but I'm Crippin nigga
Straight mud, what I'm sippin nigga
Shoutout to my blood niggas, we gettin scratch like we itchin nigga
Hit the club and throw crazy money, Grand Hustle we Tippin nigga
I got a Chevy on 12 lines, do the math two sixes nigga

Count money all day Every time my line ring, it's 10-5 this the money phone Bitch I'm on my money phone Every time my line ring, it's 10-5 this the money phone
Count money all day My white buffies the whitest
Forgiatos the highest
Cream soda, sold purple
I stay actin up like sinus
Yall niggas just bitch niggas, my money tall as a giant
I stay coppin work, bitch I'm buying
Rest In Peace to Green Guy Ryan
You can ask my clientele, hit my line cause I'm buying bales
Sippin drank, I'm high as hell
My bitch rollin, she high as well
Pray to God that I beat this case, start trial in a couple weeks
Shoot a nigga like 40 times, they gone wrap his body in couple sheets
I'm in the bar, off a bar
Standing on the table, I'm up in Sphinx
I live that life it's no fairy tale, name one nigga that can fuck with me
Bitch I fuck with street niggas, I charge niggas to cut the D
I hang with goons that'll ice a nigga, soon as they touch the heat

Bitch my mama ain't no ho, bitch my daddy ain't no ho
Bitch my brother ain't no ho, why you trynna play me like a ho?
Bitch my mama ain't no ho, my daddy ain't no ho
My family ain't no hoes, quit trynna play me like a ho