Artist: Z-Ro f/ Slim Thug Album: Crack Song: Call My Phone Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] Bitch, you ain't gotta call my pohne Matter fact, all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money And nan one of you nappy head hoes, can get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter facet, all you niggaz can leave me alone I just want my money And nan one of my fake ass homeboys, gon' get none from me [Z-Ro] I don't need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own And I don't need no company lil' mama, even though I know you give great dome I'd rather play my Xbox 360, while smoking and sipping drank I ain't even gon' waste no gas going to get some ass, I'ma keep my gas in my tank Leave my money in my pocket, I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger, because I sleep with Z-Ro Homie I don't give a fuck about what you drive, or how much money ya got And I don't give a damn, if y'all really like me or not I see your lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening Hoe you only talking to me, because my teeth are glistening and Y'all niggaz be riding dick so much, y'all need a dildo That way when you think about Z-Ro, you can shove it up in yo ass real slow I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first, and I tolerate no disrespect Lil' mama if it's money for me to make, we gon' skip the sex [Chorus] [Slim Thug] I'm trying to stay rich, fuck a bitch I'd rather hit the studio, and make another hit Stop calling on my phone mayn, I'm on some other shit Just leave a nigga alone, I ain't the suckers you fucking with Cause bitch you ain't about to get no dime, or no quality time I'd rather be on my grind, smoking weed writing rhymes All you rapping ass niggaz, calling me to get signed Want me to rap for free, you done lost your mind I don't care how long I knew ya, or give a fuck if we kin We went to high school together, give a fuck if we friends You ain't tal'n bout shit, if you ain't tal'n bout ends Bring me ten G's, I'll see what you tal'n bout then All you roaching ass niggaz, and hoes in my face Can't get a crumb from me, no so don't waste Your motherfucking time, trying to plot on mine I got my cash and my stash locked down, no now huh [Chorus] [Z-Ro] It's a shame having a cell phone, but don't want it to ring Cause I don't wanna deal with bullshit people, and the bullshit they might bring That's why I send em to voicemail heaven, I don't wanna talk Cause bullshit run a marathon, I'd rather keep it real and walk I don't give a damn bout how pretty ya look, you can still kiss my ass Especially if I gotta choose, between you and my cash I'ma choose money every time, anyways I can always get a new bitch Besides I'm what bitches be trying to find, I'm young black and I'm rich If you thinking I'm gon' pay money, to hit that ass I got a trick, for your ugly ass I'll dismiss you right after I hit you, and then go fuck your friend Then you'll be ready to commit suicide, if I never speak to you again My nigga Grey-D my nigga Rick D, my nigga Michael Corleone Them the only three niggaz phone number, programed in my phone They call me the King of the Ghetto, because I rule this bitch I'm bout bidness, I don't participate in foolishness bitch [Chorus]