Phone Numbers - Big Flock

So young you could cry, you type on your cellular device The blue light caught your eye the same way it caught mine Felt it one second then it faded Back into my head where it was created So bright I went blind from the strain on my eyes Stared into the light 'til the battery died Felt it one second then it faded Back into my head where it was created (The man on the telephone is angry) Pick up the phone

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old Girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up nigga, 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 bitch 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 shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga 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, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, 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 bitch, 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 shit 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 bitch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I fuck 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 bitch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)

If I stay, let me sober up, I'm too high (Yung Lan on the track) If you got no gin, please raise your hand Tell them niggas, yo points high For them niggas that wanna play high score Get built like my whore Back out this bitch, shoot the whole clip Give me like five more And I got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should do something, fuck hearing what you say Like, I got a bad bitch She ain't nothing average I don't really think you got no time Baby, like you be getting mad quick And I got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should do something, fuck hearing what you say Like, I got a bad bitch She ain't nothing average I don't really think you got no time Baby, like you be getting mad quick Like, told you I'm a savage, huh Baby, I ain't average I'm a demon, I smile through the sadness Don't believe that you love me, you cappin' Like, how you just gonna lie to me? Don't come inside with me You, me, I'm fine with me That bitch, she ain't shy with me She hold the blicky, and shit'll get dizzy But we in the party, she getting sturdy Bro got her blown out, I act like I know her And get around the opps, throwing a party Why my old bitch got my name in his mouth? Tryna do what he want, shootin' like Curry Fuck all these feelings, I do what I want If I'm keeping my life, doing 'em dirty Beat the pussy like ——, leave it up all in mirror Lemme tell you somethin', please get near Passport, I'm in the air And we havin' convos, places I won't go, soon as we get here 'Cause, I want to fly, fly, fly And I got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should do something, fuck hearing what you say Like, I got a bad bitch She ain't nothing average I don't really think you got no time Baby, like you be getting mad quick And I got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should do something, fuck hearing what you say Like, I got a bad bitch She ain't nothing average I don't really think you got no time Baby, like you be getting mad quick Hold on, told you I'm a savage Told you I'm a savage, (oh, ayy-ayy) Baby, you the baddest (ayy-ayy) But my love, you can't have it, hold on Baby, I ain't average My love, she can't have it (Oh, ayy-ayy) Baby, you the baddest (ayy-ayy) But my love, you can't have it, hold on And I got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should do something, fuck hearing what you say Like, I got a bad bitch She ain't nothing average I don't really think you got no time Baby, like you be getting mad quick Got a bad bitch from the UK Fuck me to a new day We should– Fuck you and what you say– like, I– She– You be getting mad quick

The hands on the clock Can't hold back the time. Without the clock There's no reason why. We're sending messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. With hands held high To the new sunrise, With open arms To the empty skies Receiving messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. (From the rings of saturn.) Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. Through space and time For a million years, (From the rings of saturn) Receiving messages. Receiving messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. (From the rings of saturn.) Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages.