Motorola lyrics

[Verse 1 Young Lungs]
Get this work and I'ma flip it flip it
Get this money I'ma spend it spend it
We've been working and I never sleep
So I can tell my momma that I f*cking did it
Now I'm cold like winter
You a loser I'm a f*cking winner
Never lose it, I'ma f*cking get it
Wit' your sister, I'ma get up in it
For a minute, minute
Like damn, sorry that I had to do it
She told me she f*ck with the music
She told me she f*ck with the movement
Told me she f*cking with everything that we've been doing
Told her I treat her like b*tches in movies
Told her I treat her like she ain't a groupie
She still a groupie
Tell her what what she wanna hear
I'll make her happy then I disappear, yeah
I've just been working in silence
I'ma go fly to islands
I've just been wylin', find a Hawaiian b*tch
Then I'll go make her my girl
Travel the world
I'ma go any where I wanna go
I'ma go everywhere playing these shows
I'ma keep grinding and stacking this dough
I'ma get money and then get some more
[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Call up my phone
b*tch I'm the plug
Open my mouth and I showcase these slugs
Dippin' and serving, I'm hitting the curb
And I'm flicking my wrist
And these hoes they be hurting
I don't wanna pack it momma sl*t
Shut your mouth
Get on your knees and suck on this di*k
And let me see what you about
Packin' and servin', the pus*y I serve
Why your girl gotta get on my nerves
She want me to hit it
She all on my di*k
Ain't nothin' for free so you pay for this di*k, woah
Grind it, roll it, pack it, smoke it
Taking the blunts to the face
Lungs told me kill these boys
So there will be a murder scene today

[Verse 3: Mikey The Magician]
Check calling like a Motorola
Mr Surp with the f*cking Cola
Hotline Bling like ay hold up, hold up
I hit and run like I'm Sammy Sosa
Liquor mixed with the Adderal
Need a Vicodin, pretty much
Hold the glass now wash the Henny
f*ck the five stars I'm at the Denny's
f*ck the first class on running coach
I don't need the bands, I just need a boat
b*tch I've been had bars like I dropped the soap
b*tch I've been so cold like I hit the slopes
I'm in an Expedition, no Ford
I'm Darth Vader with the force
Light you up like a torch
Light you up like a port
I'm chain smoking at the CVS
With a little thottie who a chicken head
I met my baby off the Internet
She don't smoke dope she love cigarettes, that's me
I'm too excited
Tear that b*tch up at the hymen
We gonna need moments of silence
James Franco with the high kick
[Verse 4: teddybear]
Mikey to Teddy the hail mary
Project coming with the two cherries
Money comin' like the tooth fairy
I've been blessing records I'm the booth fairy
I close my eyes and I improvise
Like I'm rapping this in front of Drew Carey
Really whose time is it anyway
Really use daily cause the weight I carry
Sprite tasting very very berry
Weed tasting very very berry
Smoking got me singing down an octave
In a couple years I'll be very Barry
Big salads with my main thing
We Elaine and Jerry
Trees lit feeling very merry
Thaifood on the shirt I'm wearing
Blew my speakers playing Curtis Heron