"Calling My Line" lyrics

Who come trimmer than him?
Hop out, chrome Timbs
Ball like Above the Rim
These niggas little shrimps
All these hoes, could've been a pimp
All these racks, now I walk with a limp
Cuffin' that ho, boy, you a simp
Got the new coupe with a temp

That's yo' bitch, why she blowing me up?
Say you ain't doing enough
Can't get rid of me like hick-up
She like, "When I call, pick up"

Bitch blowing my line, fuck

I'm like a pretty boy, bad bitches on me
When I'm in town, every time she call me
Rockstar bitch, wanna ride like Harley
Rolling up, opps to the face like Marley
I got five-star bitches online
I got a bitch like Nia Long, so fine
I cannot chase, little bitch, I'm on the grind
On the way to a check, can't waste my time

Keep blowing my line like Nextel
She can't reach me, about to send an email
And her boyfriend a shrimp, like sea shell
Went and copped the Mansory with the V12
I be coming so trim, check the detail
And they bougie, they want yellowtail
I was counting rack, leave my voicemail
I don't change my number, now the call failed

Bitch blowing my line, fuck
Hey

Fly her to DR, I'ma pay for the body
Back of the Maybach, she give me mazi
Jet to L.A, I might take her to Poppy's
I was on a stage in Korea when she call me
I was just broke as a bitch, now I'm balling
Looking at the phone, why the fuck she keep calling?
Can't stay the night, can't leave in the morning
Say, I wouldn't fuck again, but I just got horny

Bitches calling way from Paris with an accent
Bought a Birkin, I ain't like her, I'm just that rich
Three hoes, on a jet going straight to Puerto Rico
No phone, gotta keep it on d-lo
Tryna to find his bitch like Nemo

Brr
Bitch blowing my line, fuck