Correction Lyrics Pick The Phone Up by Freddie Gibbs

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Yeah, yeah
All my hoes sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
A n***a acting different, oh, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got the mink stone over the AP, ya b*t*h
You feel me? Hahahaha

I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport (Woo, the sport)
Took yo' b*t*h and her friend on a trip
F**ked them hoes on resorts, uh, yeah (Whip it hard)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
Got some blow for them hoes
On the table, the yayo get snorted
Gettin backie on the Bentley seats
Hoe gon' suck the soul out to finish me (Yeah)
All my old hoes see a different me (Yeah)
Told 'em, "I got rich n***a energy" (Yeah)
Went from A to Z but b*t*h I been a G (Yeah, yeah)
Choose to love a hoe, get steady, pickin' me
I don't f**k with Lexus or Infiniti (Yeah, yeah)
Tesla run off rich n***a energy, n***a, what?
Yeah, I got the, I got the doggy on deck
Got the dope at the port (Dope at the pork)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
I just clapped up the witness, them b*t*hes ain't show up in court
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the f**k up"
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)

Yeah, this water is drippin' like it's from the lake
This Ferrari same color as a bumblebee (Mm-hm)
These n***as ain't nothin' but some wannabes
Pu**y a** n***a need some [?]
Cut a n***a b*t*h, machete, mm
Cuts on my wrist, the Pate', mm
I'm the type of n***a that's gettin' to the money
But you the type of n***a that's gon' tell it, mm
I met that chick out in Trinidad
I got that drip that you wish you had
I got another Rolls Royce comin'
Goddamnit, I got a bigger pad
Used to be broke 'til I got me some green
Handle more paper than a copy machine
I take a b*t*h out the projects
Boss her life up, now she go and get to shop at Celine
Boy, you wanna get in my way? (Way)
All that hatin' don't pay (Don't pay)
All these pointers in my watch
If time is money, I ain't never been late
Runnin' through the money like I'm runnin' through a maze
Somethin' like Lee Corso with the plays
Rich n***a chillin' and I'm still gettin' paid
Maybach so big, it came with a maid, n***a!
A maid, n***a!
I got a maid in that b*t*h, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a big a**, real big a**, n***a
And some silicone t**ties (What?)

Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)

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