Ringin (feat. Cam Wallace & Sauce Walka)

Lyrics

Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I thought of that, then I made it be,
 Goddamn I'm a genius
 God help me fight the demons,
 Sideways I be leanin'
 I'm never home, 'cause I'm always gone,
 doing work, trying to fill up arenas
 I might do the Vert or the Beemer
 Passender side with a diva
 Yeah my little baby be modelling
 I fell in love when I seen her
 yeah, that's real shit, I ain't gotta lie about it
 I'mma keep it trill
 Yeah, I'mma shine to myself
 I ain't trippin' off your motherfuckin' reign
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm Master P with the hustle
 It's been a minute since you seen it, yeah
 Talkin' 'bout bossin' up
 You too busy over there selling out, oh
 And I'mma need mine right now.
 I ain't hearing what you talkin' 'bout
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm J Prince with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm JZ with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Yeah, if you really bossing up, say it
 if you really getting paper, say it
 You really on your job like, yeah
 Rings, yadda yadda yeah
 I'm getting big pay
 I'm getting big pay
 I'm getting big pay
 Pouring 4 up in my kool-aid
 Fucking college bitches on a school day
 Kicking flavour like loot 'kay
 Getting GoKai in a boxing match
 I'm from the city where Rockets at
 Hatin' fools and the chump is at
 If you're wondering if the biz gave me the money, nigga
 YEAH
 She took the midgets, talking 'bout my health
 I was smoking cookies in the jail
 After this I'm going over there
 Hot on the sauce from delivery
 She got the patience to deal with me
 She got the patience to feel on me
 she got the patience to stick with me
 All she wanna do is play on my flute like a symphony
 My diamonds brighter than Tiffany
 All my chalk is really run by the christmas tree
 Hickory dickory dickety, sauce run on me stickety stickety
 I want your wife to come drip on me
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm J Prince with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm JZ with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Yeah, if you really bossing up, say it
 if you really getting paper, say it
 You really on your job like, yeah
 Rings, yadda yadda yeah
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 Money machine keep ringin'
 So the wrist stay blinging
 Real life no dreaming
 Jay Z with the hustle
 J Press with the muscle
 Slim Thug with the shine
 Master P with the grind
 Hold it down, yeah I hold it down
 Which Rolls and I rolling now?
 Which rollie on my wrist now?
 Who bitch is he with now?
 Haters pissed, go sit down
 Me and Cam shut shit down
 Day one, been a boss
 Putting on for the North
 Used to live in apartments
 The whole building ain't big as my house
 Crowds cost a whole Bentley, so
 Haters don't really offend me
 i been stacking since smiley faces
 Been balling since you had braces
 I done pimped ho's, caught cases
 But look at me baby, I made it
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm J Prince with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Money machine keep ringin'
 Cellphone keep ringin'
 I'm Jay Z with the hustle
 Let it never come between it
 Yeah, if you really bossing up, say it
 if you really getting paper, say it
 You really on your job like, yeah
 Rings, yadda yadda yeah, yeah

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Song Details

Duration
04:00
Key
5
Tempo
102 BPM

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