SAP - Ring lyrics

[Intro: YE Ali] Oh no, no, no, no Yeah Some people wanna be No, no, no Yeah [Hook: YE Ali, Jazz Cartier] You know it's all entertainment (yup) Some people wanna be famous I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up) And roll blunts with my baby Yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up) Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp) Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen) We can keep it 'tween you and me Ring, ring, ring, ring (You know me and Ali go way back Yeah, you know what I'm saying? That's my brother for life) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring (All the ladies will love this one) Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah [Verse 1: Jazz Cartier] Girl, will you be my Beyonce? I'm 2 On in this party I might call up Tinashe I need Kendall and Kylie Kendall and Kylie Next time I head back to Cali Let's work it out like pilates Know what, I wanna call you out I just wanna take you down Smoking sheesh out by the beach That's when I burn you out And I've been so low-low-low All my dolo-lo-lo's He hit you up, he like "it's Jazz" Then you like "no, no, no, no" I got hunnid dollar bills for all my girls in Atlanta I know n***as in the trap who always move with the hammer You won't catch him on his snap, they don't pose for no camera I fly you out, like every August, cuz you love Carabana Oh yeah, oh yeah I hear the ring on my phone I hit it one time, put it down, now she won't leave me alone I've been working overtime, baby, I need me a clone But I'm the prince of my city, I just need me a throne Cuzzi [Hook: YE Ali] You know it's all entertainment (yup) Some people wanna be famous I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up) And roll blunts with my baby Yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up) Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp) Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen) We can keep it 'tween you and me Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah [Verse 2: YE Ali] I got a job for you, cuz you work where? When I hit your phone, don't go to voicemail Girl I'm in the six, I'm with my n***a Jazz He got a couple tings, and they bad Baby I just wanna see you naked Come to the hotel room, you know my reputation I don't really drink a lot, but you get faded Ride on my pony, Ginuwine, I'm so anxious Ride with me, ride with me I need a girl to shine with me, shine with me Girl, please don't waste my time, baby, my time, baby Got a show in Vietnam, baby, they calling me Then I got a trip to France, baby, a trip to France I don't ever see my friends, baby, don't get the chance I'm in Tokyo right now but, I'm back to Cali I gotta Facetime with you, girl, you are my balance, yeah You are my balance, you are my balance I couldn't f** you in a mansion, girl, you are a challenge That's why I got you right here, laying on my couch when I'm writing these raps While you lay on my mattress, and fix me a sandwich, I wanna tell all of my friends That you are the best, and that's how I got you [Hook: YE Ali] You know it's all entertainment (yup) Some people wanna be famous I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up) And roll blunts with my baby Yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up) Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp) Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen) We can keep it 'tween you and me Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah