Young Dick Mobbin - Cellphone lyrics

(Hook) Heard my cellphone ring I heard my cellphone ring baby Tell me what you need I heard my cellphone ring Heard my cellphone ring I heard my cellphone ring I be servin' up the fiends I heard my cellphone ring Money call me up It's time to go Yo' money f**in' up I'm sorry bro I don't know, how you put yourself in that situation They see me doin' better now I know that they must hate it Always on the celly, YDM he be juggin' Ask 'em what they want b**h, you know I'm plugged in It ain't nothin' to a hustler like me I get it for the low I even ship it for a fee Maserati shawty little mami got a body She f**in' on Young Mobbin givin' sloppy is her hobby Gimmie' that toppy b**h you know I need that brain Might jugg you out yo' life boy I'm always hittin' stains Finessin' everybody boy I'm f**in' up the game Not f**in' with no hoes, less we talkin' bout my main I get plenty I don't need no more You goofies lookin' greedy over stupid who*es Y'all can have 'em I ain't wit' it Trappin' dabbies yea I get it Yea I got it so let's hit it Talkin' business lane switchin' While I'm pourin' up a 6 'n I don't really give a f** Aye po' me up a duece, now it's 8 zips in my gut I can't feel my lungs I'm f**in' chokin' off that thrax If you need me call me up Best believe that I'mma tax All I know is money, paper chasin' I get it fast I got all these haters mad Cus I'm sh**tin' on they a** (ha) (Hook)