Phone Numbers-Trae

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest b**ch, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger ni**a who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss sh*t, look that up ni**a, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad b**ch Spanish friends Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers (You can talk sh*t b**ch, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin' millions, ni**a I'm talkin' millions (You can talk sh*t b**ch, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin' millions, ni**a I'm talkin' millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin' millions, ni**a I'm talkin' millions (You can talk sh*t b**ch, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin' millions, ni**a I'm talkin' millions (You can talk sh*t b**ch, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat) Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond infested Time is money, peep the wrist b**ch, my time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going out I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real sh*t boi, these niggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling Got ya b**ch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I f**k in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the paint I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me My dick hard, your b**ch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)