Clickin lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Hello {*echoes*}
Hello {*echoes*}
Yeah, yeah, uh...

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Hello? (Hello?) What up, n*gga? (What up, n*gga?)
Hello? (Hello?) What up, b*tch? (What up, b*tch?)
Who me? (Who me?) I'm doing fine (I'm doing fine)
Hold on, I got that money calling on the other line
My phone clickin' (clickin') my phone clickin' (hello)
If you ain't talking bout money, I ain't tryna' listen
My phone clickin' (hello), my phone clickin' (uh)
I got that phone clickin' (uh) my phone clickin'

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My phone clickin' (chick-clickin') hope that's the plug
That's just your girl, I know what she want
My phone clickin' (click-clickin') is that you honey?
Not you b*tch, thought I was talking to the money
Phone clickin', you need something? My phone clickin', you need something? (Huh)
Treat beef like climaxin', tell them pussies I keep busting
All you do is listen, you air hustlin', my phone clickin', I'm air hustlin' (yeah)
Rick Ross when he came out, everyday I'm still +Hustlin'+ (uh)
Hit the block and I'm head huntin', big gun like I'm deer huntin'
Bring it back like cook crack, yeah n*gga, I still trouble (yeah)
Blowing money, I'm still stuntin', take mine, I dare someone
Like 2 Chainz I kill weaves, but I send 'em back with they hair done
My eyes low from the loud (loud), I'm comatose
I need a new safe, my sh*t done overflowed
Just called the bank, my account on overload
Still got that Novocaine, b*tch don't overdose
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Hello? (Hello?) What up, n*gga? (What up, n*gga?)
Hello? (Hello?) What up, b*tch? (What up, b*tch?)
Who me? (Who me?) I'm doing fine (I'm doing fine)
Hold on, I got that money calling on the other line
My phone clickin' (clickin') my phone clickin' (hello)
If you ain't talking bout money, I ain't tryna' listen
My phone clickin' (hello), my phone clickin' (uh)
I got that phone clickin' (uh) my phone clickin'

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Boy my trap jumpin My phone clickin' (hello)
You owe me something (pus*y), and the clock tickin' (tick, tick, tick)
My phone clickin', my b*tch drippin'
My work ain't jumping back, I'm in the kitchen clickin' (work)
b*tch I feel like JFK (chea), traveling the world while you n*ggas hate (hah)
Blew a twenty piece in K.O.D., other piece in D.O.A. (Chea)
b*tch called me on three-way (three-way), n*ggas better pre-pay
Cause once I get this work in (work), I'mma hit the E-way
Pulled up in a Phantom, you don't know the feeling
Money to the ceiling, tryna' make a killing
Ain't got time for these b*tches cause I'm on my grind
Clicked over, tell that ho I'm on the other line (hello)
b*tch, I'm gone... b*tch, I'm on
f*ck you sayin'...
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Hello? (Hello?) What up, n*gga? (What up, n*gga?)
Hello? (Hello?) What up, b*tch? (What up, b*tch?)
Who me? (Who me?) I'm doing fine (I'm doing fine)
Hold on, I got that money calling on the other line
My phone clickin' (clickin') my phone clickin' (hello)
If you ain't talking bout money, I ain't tryna' listen
My phone clickin' (hello), my phone clickin' (uh)
I got that phone clickin' (uh) my phone clickin'