Hotline me

With a voice like this Amma speak

Tryna win got a whole lotta greed

Whole lotta whole lotta yeah

Cause nah,

Why can’t we get along, ay

Always tryna put me in the wrong, ay

I’ll never give you what you want, ay



Give you what you want ( second chorus only)



Young nigga came from afar, ay

Yeah I kill ‘em with the hooks like jabar, ay

My name in venue like broadway

We could pack a show out in like broad, day



gotta play cool play it smart

The picture of a boss never lit no cigars

Ain’t make it to the house she went dumby in the car

My heart had bruise she licking my scars

Eh

Its like I’m on mars ay

I’m making my mark no tar okay

Fame and money feel so bizarre, it’s great

Only way I leave is go hard



First things first

Gotta lock a shawty in

They ain’t ever seen an independent nigga making trends

They shocked by the numbers saw it coming I pretend.

Not a psychic, but I’m always laughing in the end



Hotline me

With a voice like this Amma speak

Tryna win got a whole lotta greed

Whole lotta whole lotta

Cause nah,

Why can’t we get along, ay

Always tryna put me in the wrong, ay

I’ll never give you what you want, ay