Money Calling (feat. Strats) - Butla Jones

I rolled my spliff on the sunrise, half past 6 (mhm) In an all-black Louis V drip I can sleep when I get my fix (mhm) It's some very dark nights I've lived Then I'm makin' those top-ten hits (mhm) See, I'm good at this pop star shit (mhm) Just cah I smile like this Doesn't mean I can't take your bitch (Beatfreakz) James, Jamal, and John All of my exes singin' my songs Write my songs, and I write her songs Life is sweet, and the money don't lie Stand for my bitches, catch me outside None of you know what I did to survive Everyone who streamed that, followed that, played that back Gee, thanks cah you changed my life If I pull right now, it's a 100K minimum Life feels good when you're makin' millions Met a new ting, he was makin' billions Got on one knee, so I had to get rid of him Since 16, every night I pray Now, I'm havin' dinner with B and Jay I'm a Croydon girl where the pavement's grey And I had no plugs, I paved my way, yeah My pride too high, never asked you for help Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself Still in the ends, South London, baby For what it's worth, I'm glad you played me Now, none of these men ever matter to me Got my girls, got my cars Got my green and my weed Know there be ring-ring It's that money callin' This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darlin' Number one, can't throw no shade I make hit songs, not trap or trade Hit that once and the pum-pum's great I can't wife her 'cah she way too bait More followers than Imjustbait Touch my skin, you wouldn't make front page I've got a big whip, man's due upgrade They wanna catch up, but it's way too late Uptown with jewels, man's feedin' Takin' an M when SK's peakin' (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) I meant to see one girl that I'm jeetin' But I'm kinda late for a label meetin' Princess, she look good this evenin' Rubbin' my hood, ayy, bae, stop teasin' Take off my belt, man, push that deek in Give her the pipe, that's central heatin' My pride too high, never asked you for help Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself Still in the ends, South London, baby For what it's worth, I'm glad you played me Now, none of these men ever matter to me Got my girls, got my cars Got my green and my weed Know there be ring-ring It's that money callin' This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darlin' They believe in me Workin' harder like there's three of me Used to pray I made a 100K I'm breakin' bread all day, I do it easily One year in, I made a lotta changes While these niggas out here tryna beef with me Turned the page and now, I'm goin' places Now, these Insta' baddies wanna sleep with me I'ma jeet and skeet My head is in the stars, and I can't ask you for help All these scars that's on my back, I cut 'em open myself When life gets hard, it'll be okay It's me and RAYE in this brand-new Wraith It's baby blue like Beyoncé You better tell Jay 'bout wewantwraith My pride too high, never asked you for help Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself Still in the ends, South London, baby For what it's worth, I'm glad you played me Now, none of these men ever matter to me Got my girls, got my cars Got my green and my weed Know there be ring-ring It's that money callin' This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darlin' (Beatfreakz) (I can see 'em dyin')

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)