On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord
I can change the whole game if a nigga bored
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,
Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,
Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
She ain't tryna go low, go head home
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone
You didn't even talk to me on the phone
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,
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