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