(Chorus)
(*##$ you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of you nappy head hoes gonna get nothin from me,

^!$$% you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you ^!$$%s can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of my fake $$# homeboys gonna get nothin from me.


(Verse 1)
I don't need no help my ^!$$% i can do bad on my own,
and i don't need no company little momma even though i know you give great dome.

I'd rather play my Xbox 360 while smokin and sippin' drank,
I ain't even gonna waste no gas goin to get some $$# Ima keep my gas in my tank,
leave my money in my pocket i never leave it with hoes,

put a ring on my own finger because i sleep with Z-Ro.
Homie I don't give $#&@ about what u drive or how much money you got,
and i don't give a damn if yall really like me or not.

I see your lips movin but i can't hear notin cause I'm not listening,
Hoes be only talkin to me because my teeth are glistening and
yall ^!$$%s be ridin dick so much yall need a !@(* that when you think about Z-Ro

you can shove it up in yo $$# real slow.I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first and i tolerate no disrespect
lil mama if it's money for me too mate we gonna skip the sex.


(Chorus)
(*##$ you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of you nappy head hoes gonna get nothin from me,

^!$$% you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you ^!$$%s can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of my fake $$# homeboys gonna get nothin from me.


(Verse 2)
Slim Thuggaaa $#&@aaa...
I'm tryna stay rich $#&@ a (*##$($#&@ a (*##$)

I'd rather hit the studio and make another hit(another hit)
Stop callin on my phone mayne I'm on some other %#@! huhhuh
Just leave a ^!$$% alone I ain't the suckas you $#&@in with,

Cause (*##$ you ain't bout to get no dime or no quality time
I'd rather be on my grind smokin weed writin rhymes
All you rappin $$# ^!$$%s callin me to get signed

wanting me to rap for free you done lost your mind
I don't care how long i knew ya i give a $#&@ if we kin
We went to high school together i give a $#&@ if we friends

We ain't talkin bout %#@! if you ain't talkin bout ends
Bring me 10 Gs I'll see wut u talkin bout then
All you rochin $$# ^!$$%s and hoes in my face

You can't get a crumb from me no so don't waist
Your motha $#&@n time tryna plot on mine
I got my cash and my stash locked down

So now huh

(Chorus)

(*##$ you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of you nappy head hoes gonna get nothin from me,
^!$$% you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you ^!$$%s can leave me alone

i just want my money and nal one of my fake $$# homeboys gonna get nothin from me.

(Verse 3)

It's a shame havin a cell phone but don't want it to ring
Cause i don't wanna deal with bull%#@! people and the bull%#@! they might bring
Thats why I send them to voice mail heaven I don't wanna talk

Cause bull%#@! run a marathon I'd rather keep it real and walk
I don't give a damn about how pretty you look you can still kiss my $$#
Especially if i gotta choose between you and my cash

I'm a choose money eveytime anyways I always can get a new (*##$
Cuz I'm what (*##$es be tryna find I'm young, black, and im rich
If you thinkin I'm a pay money to hit that $$#

I gotta trick for yo ugly $$# I'll dismiss you rite after I hit you then go $#&@ yo friend
then you'll be ready to commit suicide if i never speak to you again
My ^!$$% Grady my ^!$$% Rigby my ^!$$% Micheal Kyleon

them the only three ^!$$%s phone number programed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto because i rule this (*##$
I'm bout business I don't participate I'm foolishness (*##$


(Chorus)
(*##$ you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you hoes can leave me alone

i just want my money and nal one of you nappy head hoes gonna get nothin from me,
^!$$% you ain't gotta call my phone matter a fact all you ^!$$%s can leave me alone
i just want my money and nal one of my fake $$# homeboys gonna get nothin from me.