When i talk about money all you see is the struggle
So pretty mama make that booty accessible,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Bitches shake their booty
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way
When that money calls i holla back
Imma need to know now can a brotha crack
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
As this booty quakes lakes,
One verse is all it takes
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls
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