Intro: Hello? Got my, got my lit Got my phone lit Got my phone lit Got my phone lit Got my, got my, lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my phone lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my, got my, lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Got my phone lit Yeah Got my phone lit Yeah, yeah Chorus: Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Got my phone lit f**ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit F***ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Verse 1: I can hear the (?) Once I (?) to my ni**as (?) bitter Type of b**h that makes average ni**as change up their living Tricking, ’bout to run up (?) out the limit Toking marijuana, that molly I’m out here with it Plus my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins Diamonds, diamonds, copping, I profit on opposition And my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins, yeah Chorus: Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, made (?) one time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, made (?) one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Got my phone lit F***ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit. F***ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit
Verse 2: Yeah, they say the real ni**as never die I swear my ni**as would do bids to spot a ni**a dead I went by baby (?) you was candy red I put that there my mama, (?) I put that there on my mama, streets’ll never forget you Them ni**as basic, to hit you, boy they was soft as tissue (?) with so many choppas looking like a militia Chopper go pop, ain’t no stitches, my ni**as know the business Yeah she know the business and that p**y hit me like wow Stuck in the cell, I wish I had that p**y right now I like to see it, I don’t need it with the lights down Your ni**a tripping, tell that p**y ni**a bite down Selling yola (?) like Bobby Brown Maserati Michael Bivins, ni**a, that new edition Pray my baby never end up paying for my decisions Treat her different (?) ain’t used to my type of living Chorus: Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, made (?) one time Tickets on my phone line We gon’ break it down, made (?) one time Give it to me one time Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time Got my phone lit F***ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Got my phone lit F***ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Yeah, got my phone lit f**ing up the town, got my phone lit Got my phone lit I done touched down, got my phone lit Outro: Rolling up a blunt You don’t even… I thought you don’t even smoke no more Nah I smoke sometimes, I just don’t, I don’t drink See I don’t even know this person, ’cause when you was out of the country you was completely a sober person