CALLING FROM PRIVATE

[Intro]
Jason, put the stick down
Ha-ha
It's your turn, come on

[Chorus]
She calling my number from private
She tryna just reach out to me
Bae, I'm tired of all of this silence
You texting me once, then delete
I'm off of this Perc', I can't eat
I'm falling in love with Mystique
Don't know her, but I need a piece
I miss my lil' bitch from the East
It's fucked up that I can't be honest
She bucking the game like Giannis
She tired of all of this lyin'
I'm tired of all of this tryin'
And the coupe with the stars make her cry
Poured another one, I ain't even high
Don't wan' front, girl, I'm tryna make a film
She so tight to my hip like a Skim

[Verse]
I'm so focused on money, it's sick
Let me light this shit up like a Bic
Lucky seven, I scramble like Vick
If you owin', we taking your Rick
Fucked her once, but this a new body
I just made me a ten like a hobby
I just flew the lil' bitch out to Hobby
She like X but I got her on molly
She a freak but she tryna be modest
What we do, I ain't telling nobody
The money bring her out of hiding
I done fucked this lil' bitch on an island
I don't care if you're high in mileage
Tryna just change up my climate
I'm stacking this money, it's climbing
Sat back and I plotted on timing
She gon' do what I say like Simon
She gon' do what I say 'cause I'm me
We done fucked at the top of the suite
Block her call, she won't text for a week
She like playing these games for the 'Gram
In the city, I treat her like fam
At the city, my baby, no wham
She done turned to a star on the cam
She done turned to a star in my movie
Saditty, my baby is choosey
In twenty minutes, I'm fucking this groupie
In twenty minutes, I'm feeling like Uzi
Parked the Benz, then I Bentley coupe it
See your friends, they act like some groupies
Don't wanna play in your face but I do
You so fucked up, you gon' let me do it

[Chorus]
She calling my number from private
She tryna just reach out to me
Bae, I'm tired of all of this silence
You texting me once, then delete
I'm off of this Perc', I can't eat
I'm falling in love with Mystique
Don't know her, but I need a piece
I miss my lil' bitch from the East
It's fucked up that I can't be honest
She bucking the game like Giannis
She tired of all of this lyin'
I'm tired of all of this tryin'
And the coupe with the stars make her cry
Poured another one, I ain't even high
Don't wan' front, girl, I'm tryna make a film
She so tight to my hip like a Skim