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FONE CALL
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Kota the Friend
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[Verse 1] Call me on the phone What you really want? What you tryna get now? You could have it all If you give it back, that is how I get down All you do it take Not a lot of give, ain't no way to live now You don't got my back But now you coming back and I see you got your hand out Always come around when you see me up Always count me out when you see me down Always turn your back when I'm in the mud Always running back when I make it out Now I got a lot to give Now I got a lot to lose And I been hella generous But that don't mean a lot to you Like what the fuck I'm tryna prove? It's like [Chorus] Young, rich fool got a lot of love But I'ma only give it to the real ones Do you only want me when the dollar come? Homie, stop fronting like it's real love Way back then, did a lot of drugs We was in the world tryna feel somethin' Now we on the porch sitting by the sun Never knew that I would ever feel love (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Call me on the phone Kota, how you been? What you getting into? Hit me when you land (Yeah, yeah) Call me when you can, niggas really miss you Take you to the mall Furnishing the crib, checking on your mental Even when I fall I'ma get the win, all the shit I been through Took me on a ride on the PCH All my nigga real, they ain't ever fake Lift a nigga up when he feeling low When I'm fucking up, they like, "TBH" Grateful for the love y'all give When I don't even love myself When my frequency is low as shit When I don't give a fuck no more When I don't even trust myself, it's like [Chorus] Young, rich fool got a lot of love But I'ma only give it to the real ones Do you only want me when the dollar come? Homie, stop fronting like it's real love Way back then, did a lot of drugs We was in the world tryna feel somethin' Now we on the porch sitting by the sun Never knew that I would ever feel love [Verse 3] Call her on the phone Shorty, how you feel? Baby, how your day go? She said it was nice And now she in a cab rushing on the way home (Yeah) I been out West (Woo) MEMO on the way, working every day, though Feeling hella blessed 'Cause everywhere this woman lay her back, she gon' make home Shorty from the desert, she my sheikha Always got my back through the bad days Picking up my crown when it fall off Wonder why I give this woman everything Fly her all around this world Cop a brownstone in New York Cop a beach house in LA Soon come, she gon' get my name It's all legacy and simple things, it's like [Chorus] Young, rich fool got a lot of love But I'ma only give it to the real ones Do you only want me when the dollar come? Homie, stop fronting like it's real love Way back then, did a lot of drugs We was in the world tryna feel somethin' Now we on the porch sitting by the sun Never knew that I would ever feel love [Outro] Call me on the phone
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