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Money Callin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Prince Navon
Length: 3:40
Written by: Isaiah Jones




Prince Navon - Money Callin' Lyrics




I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry

Diamonds they dancin they makin a scene, when I pull up on the scene
When I walk up in the building, B, put some respect on my name, I'm the King
I can coast and kick it wit' cha, but then I get back to the green
Swervin' through the city, curb side skrrtin', Ricky Bobby up in the Lightning Mcqueen

Whole squad stackin faces, you know that we bringin the Cajun
To all of the people that think that I need you, I'm sorry you're highly mistaken
Neck poppin', my wrist a tick-tockin' but no, I ain't moving that holy Jamaican
Line of money long Adidas, doin' it like Nike, no wonder they hatin'

But back to the clique, county countin' up the commas, comma after digit, way we out her lookin' you would think We in the kitchen flippin' bricks
But nah cuz, we on a different hustle, out here posterizin' like my name was Russell, out here Ballin' B, I'm talkin' Triple-doubles like ICE

I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry

Two-step with the rollie, I'm doin' my dance
Wrist wet, a dab of ranch
Rep N.O.I. religion on my pants, you talkin' a check, make it part of the plan
Sauced up, Texas Pete
Fresh J's on my feet, goin' in full time cause the fam gotta eat

Whole squad, yeah we drippin'
Money counter countin' up the day
Back up off, back up off, lil' homie, you cannot hang with the gang
Drip walkin', got the juice like it's HI-C
She not texting you, then she texting me most likely
Drip walkin', got the juice like it's HI-C
She not texting you, then she texting me most likely

They iffy, they fishy pull up bout' them Benji's and then we get busy, we litty
Big Baller like Lonzo, I'm drippy
My pockets is rockin' a milli

I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry
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I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry

Diamonds they dancin they makin a scene, when I pull up on the scene
When I walk up in the building, B, put some respect on my name, I'm the King
I can coast and kick it wit' cha, but then I get back to the green
Swervin' through the city, curb side skrrtin', Ricky Bobby up in the Lightning Mcqueen

Whole squad stackin faces, you know that we bringin the Cajun
To all of the people that think that I need you, I'm sorry you're highly mistaken
Neck poppin', my wrist a tick-tockin' but no, I ain't moving that holy Jamaican
Line of money long Adidas, doin' it like Nike, no wonder they hatin'

But back to the clique, county countin' up the commas, comma after digit, way we out her lookin' you would think We in the kitchen flippin' bricks
But nah cuz, we on a different hustle, out here posterizin' like my name was Russell, out here Ballin' B, I'm talkin' Triple-doubles like ICE

I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry

Two-step with the rollie, I'm doin' my dance
Wrist wet, a dab of ranch
Rep N.O.I. religion on my pants, you talkin' a check, make it part of the plan
Sauced up, Texas Pete
Fresh J's on my feet, goin' in full time cause the fam gotta eat

Whole squad, yeah we drippin'
Money counter countin' up the day
Back up off, back up off, lil' homie, you cannot hang with the gang
Drip walkin', got the juice like it's HI-C
She not texting you, then she texting me most likely
Drip walkin', got the juice like it's HI-C
She not texting you, then she texting me most likely

They iffy, they fishy pull up bout' them Benji's and then we get busy, we litty
Big Baller like Lonzo, I'm drippy
My pockets is rockin' a milli

I'm getting money now, don't you follow me
And my haters mad, they can't talk to me
And I need that money, its been calling me
And these girls is funny they keep stalking me

Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari
Whippin' the Rari, my diamonds they yellow like cardi
Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Rari, Whippin' the Whippin' Rari
Whippin' the Whippin' the Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry
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Writer: Isaiah Jones
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