MadeinTYO – Stop Calling Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you cheating, girl? Huh (Where you at, bitch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, bitch)
And I’m tryna hit it from the back (From the back, bitch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can’t (No more, bitch)
Money calling, who is that? (Ain’t never what)
Why you cheating, girl? (What’s up with big bro? Bitch, where you at? Phone on lock (Skrrt, yeah)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Phone on huh?)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt) (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Dumbass)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, what she workin’ for? (What she what?)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, where her Birkin though? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
Fuck this shit in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to fuckin’)
Because…
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Key Glock]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Right now)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Where her what?)
Oh, this your shit? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Ayy, you gon’ have to show me though (Money)
Yeah, you cool but what’s up with your homie, bro? Phone on lock (Skrrt, Tay Money)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh, work it, work it, woah)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ top)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Skrrt, bitch)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Play this song
[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ooh)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Ah-hah)
(Money)
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ayy, ayy)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I’m makin’ money (Yeah)
Laughin’ to the bank, ain’t nothin’ funny (Racks, racks, racks)
Ooh, pockets on Big Boi (Ooh)
Move smooth, yeah, feel like Leeroy (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to that bread feel like a D-boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put you on your head, feel like a B-boy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, yeah, that’s a fact
Booty hang on thighs, ass fat (Wam, wam, wam, ooh)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top, boy, don’t stop (Tay)
Thirty bands, it look like it’s a lot (Okay)
He want everything that I got, I’m everything she not, ayy
I pulled up and bought the lot (Bitch), what you thought?

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