Facetime - Ricky Styles

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

You wonder why she ain’t call you in weeks, huh

You at home, late night, you can’t sleep, huh

I’m in the club, lookin' for a freak, huh

You the type of nigga would try to creep, huh

I’m the type of nigga would try to shoot, huh

I’m a beast, I’m a dog, yeah a kujo

Pulled up, four hoes in a two door

Pinky ring bling blaow, yeah bling blaow

FaceTime with your ho, count a few thou

Yeah I got a green pile and a blue pile

(Yeah I got a green pile and a blue pile)

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

On the phone with your bitch, I got bands ho

I’m getting money, broke bitch I can’t stand those

Always keep that strap, yeah I’m Rambo

Run it up, play a bitch like a banjo

Fuck around, you get lit like a candle

Up the chopper at his face and my man blow

I’ma spend it, got paper, I blow that

I’m the realest around and you know that

I’m just sayin', I’m just sayin', why you playin' ho?

I got plans ho, and I’m tryna fuck your friends ho

Don’t understand ho, I been winnin', I’m the man ho

I get the bands ho, and I’ma throw it on the ghetto

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

FaceTime your bitch, count up my chips

Sliding off in the foreigns, I keep thirty off in the stick

Blowin' up my line, tryna blow up on my dick

That’s your baby mama but she runnin' through the clique, ooh

You be soft up on a bitch bro

We don’t never love 'em, we just take 'em for the chips though

Stevie on the camera with the dick playin' limbo

You be on some sucker cuffin' shit like ten-four

Puffin' hella loud, off the cookie, blowin' indo

Player shit, this the squad nigga, kinfolk

Disrespect the mob, have you hangin' out the window

Nigga only mad she FaceTimed me in the Benzo, it’s Gunna

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Countin' money when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

Money phone when I FaceTime your bitch, huh

She comin' home when I FaceTime your bitch, huh