$liM HiLL - Dont call me when im rich (feat. TripleX) Lyrics

Now I said I'm done with f*ckin round
I'm chasing after them checks
Cuz the last bitch I was f*ckin on kicked the curb and left me on read
I get to work I'm not wit the playin around they can sit and put me to the test
All the bitches starin at me wondering why I don't send back texts
I don't mean to play around or fool around I send that shit to the past
I ain't aimin to the ground we dont mess around cuz ill aim it at your head
But the mental health will begin to clash
Nothin left for me how bout that
If she ain't nimpho I'll just dash
I need a bitch that want it bad
I been lookin into a rider
That one to call my faulters
But the one to call my partner
That one single survivor
But I'm never gonna get it
You know I'm gonna spit it
I made many wishing in a living room of bitches
But it's non of your business
So what's up with all of the gimmicks
Im gone
I'm in that Benz coupe
Triple digit dash
Cross a pussy up like I'm Steve Nash
Better think fast
This hollow tip
230 grain
Crimped in the brass
Put the barrel up to yo thinking cap
Once I sendemup
You can't bring em back
Cut the lights out
Get the ice out
Sendemup to give the underground a f*cking piggy back
Hoe
In them skinny blacks
Get em bleeding like a hemophiliac
It was really bad
Had to call up gilly on the Motorola
Tell him come on over
With a body bag
Bring a doggy bag
Got em f*cking sick
At yo bitch house
Eating ramen noodles
Throw the paper cup on yo f*cking sink
It's crazy how they all think I give a single shit about what they f*cking think
Since you got yo f*cking mouth open you can take a suck up off my f*cking dick
I'm creeping out the f*cking tree line
Drew breeze time
Hit em 80 yards out with the red dot
Got them pussy bitches throwing peace signs
Popping up on yo block like a tee time