Letra da Música Phones Off (Ft. Nines) de Nafe Smallz

Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won't let me
'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski
I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard
I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie's yard
Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back
You should see my whip, it's got more horses than a race-track (Yeah, yeah)
And even though I'm signed, I'm still my own boss
This music changed my life, I still can't turn these phones off

You know this shit changed my life
Different kinda stresses now, yeah
I fit on me twenty thou', yeah
Kinda shit I dreamt about, yeah
In and out these nitties houses
I was tryna figure out how to get the figures up, hmm
Gotta get my niggas out now
I been on a mission for the longest
Bitches only love me cah I'm on this
I'm just so in love with these profits
Labels tryna offer me a deal
I just keep it simple, keep it real
Ain't got time to talk unless it's mill's
Ain't even got the time for my bitch
She's a dummy, I ain't lyin' to my bitches
And I don't trust a motherfuckin' soul
Money on me long, it come fold
Diamond and they floodin' my gold
You can see the shine at my shows
20 20 vision, twenty goals
I been on a mission with the bros
I was sellin' coca with the woes
The poli' had the dogs in my home

Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won't let me
'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski
I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard
I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie's yard
Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back
You should see my whip, it's got more horses than a race-track
And even though I'm signed, I'm still my own boss
This music changed my life, I still can't turn these phones off

Money still come and go, I
Never took the easy road, man
Shooters gotta keep the pole, I
Gotta stay schemin'
Tax on it, I ain't know how much
I don't even know, uh
Twenty for a easy show
Momma, look what I'm achievin'
Came up out the mud
I was trappin' before I sold a dub
Had to make money, re-up for the plug
I was duckin' the undies and the slugs
I was out trappin' with the gang
Now these diamonds, they holdin' me for ransom
Me, I just copped another crib in the North
I just need a mansion
I'll never go back to my old ways
Dripped like a kilo of that cocaine
Turned down a milli' for my own break
I had to go create my own lane
All of this money, makin' more changes
Come from the bottom, it's a long way
Pour out the Aces and it's rosé
They know I do this shit the zone way

Tryna stop trappin' but this money it won't let me
'Cause I re-up same time I was on a jet ski
I just landed all these packs, I wish that I could party hard
I just made another half a mil' inside my auntie's yard
Me and Darren, Jay, we had the pot since, since way back
You should see my whip, it's got more horses than a race-track
And even though I'm signed, I'm still my own boss
This music changed my life, I still can't turn these phones off