Lyrics Caskey – Collect Calls
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Yeah, yeah
Caskey, Doobie
First name, Been, last name, Gettin’ Cash
Spent some racks today just to make my haters mad
We can’t fuck with you ’cause you ain’t ever in your bag
I’m Mr. «Go Right On Tour, ayy, And Fuck a Bunch of Sluts»
You Mr. «Ayy, Let Me Hold Somethin’,» before you fuck it up
I’m Mr. «No Need No Backin’, I Need All My Cash Upfront»
Mr. «Oh, Chopper Got So Much Kickback That That’s a Punt»
I’m all out of rocket power
Swear that they been spyin’ on me, Austin Powers
Four rings on my fuckin’ fingers, that’s a Audi
Man, I crash into that pussy like Twin Towers
Ayy, me and all my dogs gettin’ straight to the bands
I don’t want, I don’t want, ayy, I’m the man
Yeah, is you my homie or you homie hoppin’?
You gon’ ride for me or you just gon’ reach out for any option?
I come through and get it poppin’, yeah
Some people switched but you know this train it ain’t ever stoppin’
Money on the phone, I call collect
I ain’t goin’ back to broke, I’m gonna fuck up me a check
I don’t take no disrespect
Y’all not real with yourself, that’s why we just can’t connect
I’m gonna fuck up me a check
And and all my dogs gettin’ straight to the bands
All my hoes fuckin’ me gettin’ on the bands
I don’t understand why they hatin’ on the man
On the boy, on the kid, boy, I’m gettin’ to the bands
Ayy, life on the road, and I live by the code
Yeah, I’m too in love with the money, I’m tryna put on for the bros
In my hometown they said life was a beach, so I switched up the coast
One life to live, I’ma make it the most
When you in this type position, you actually get your goals
I just wanna catch you slippin’ so when Akademiks post it up, you could get exposed
So I gotta keep one on me and it’s close
I’ma ball on my haters like Amber Rose
Got some homies who ain’t really ridin’ for me
But just know in due time, I’ma handle those
Yeah, is you my homie or you homie hoppin’?
You gon’ ride for me or you just gon’ reach out for any option?
I come through and get it poppin’, yeah
Some people switched but you know this train it ain’t ever stoppin’
Money on the phone, I call collect
I ain’t goin’ back to broke, I’m gonna fuck up me a check
I don’t take no disrespect
Y’all not real with yourself, that’s why we just can’t connect
I’m gonna fuck up me a check
And and all my dogs gettin’ straight to the bands
All my hoes fuckin’ me gettin’ on the bands
I don’t understand why they hatin’ on the man
On the boy, on the kid, boy, I’m gettin’ to the bands
Yo, life on the road
Life on the road, don’t know where to go
My lil hoe, fuck me then go
Been on the road, you know how it go
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Caskey – Caskey - Black Sheep 4
