Chetta
Don’t Call My Phone
[Intro]
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot,  shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot,  shoot, shoot, shooter gone shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot

[Hook]
My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof
Baby,  who you? I need the loot
Money  keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money  keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof
Baby, who you? I need the loot
Money  keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)

[Verse]
If it ain't bout money don't call my phone
If it ain't bout work just leave me alone
I pop that perc, I'm in my zone
Two two threes in ya back like Bones
Four oz in my cup that foam
Any hood I'm in I feel like home, home, home, home alone
Bad bitch twerking for me, main bitch working for me
You on that bullshit, stop it
I be out serving and pull up like curtains, I feel like a surgeon
Well, goddamn, look like you hurting
My pockets keep bursting
I'm good with the earning, like awh, man
Why am I working 'em, why am I curving 'em, why am I swerving 'em, awh, damn
I be in the backseat lowkey, pop another pill, might OD
Smoking on Frisco OG, cook it with the soda OT
Boy, you can get hit like Kobe, boy, you can get hit on GP
All that talking 'bout shit, you don't know me
Bitch, shut the fuck up when you see me
Yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me
Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me
Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me
Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me
[Hook]
My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof
Baby, who you? I need the loot
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof
Baby, who you? I need the loot
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)
Money keep calling me (hello)