New Phone - Flawless Real Talk, TrOyMaN

Been on my grind, getting way too rich

Ain’t had time for nobody ever since

Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime

Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

I don’t have a reason to lie

Could be just me and survive

I pick up the phone, I don’t like your tone

Assume that my battery died

I don’t have the time to play with you dummies

I’m no longer chasing the money

I’m taking it all

Pull a Lebron

I’m looking to ball

Feel like John when I’m hitting the wall

I dun' been through more than five lines

These girls always find mine’s

Told them what they’re crossing right now here is a fine line

But they don’t care, like they don’t hear

And it really blows my mind

I told them 401−297−2265 (five) times

It ain’t my fault

You can judge, it ain’t my court

But I don’t know what lane I want

So you better keep it on the side walk

Thats why you’re safer with the side talk

Its hard to hear from the game

Travelling the world, over my brain

New phone and house before new chain, oh man

Stack all week, dope plan

Life’s a beach, no sand

Success is sweet, no cran

I’ve got those keys, low band

You ain’t call me in a year, then you ain’t even know me, thats fine

I’ve been busy getting busy

Now they wanna hit me on the side

But I …

Been on my grind, getting way too rich

Ain’t had time for nobody ever since

Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime

Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

I don’t got too many flaws

Feeling way too exquisite

How you get my number?

I’ma have to change my digits

Ringtone, ringtone, this your theme song

Bet this makes you vibrate

Now we buzzing like its nothing

No discussion, out from London to the Tri-State

Money calling like yes sir

We don’t fold under pressure

They swear we cut from the same cloth but this a whole different texture

You gon' learn this a lecture

Got the moves like a wrestler

Put your girl in a leg lock

Till she get the message, I ain’t even have to text her

If you ain’t locked in, I probably forget you

Bruh, you gon' remember my name

Even though the contact isn’t the same

Going for uncle of the year

Too many nieces and nephews

I could make kids if I want to

But my bro Flawless could son you

Doing numbers, need a new one

Hotline, blinging too much

They moving fishy, tuna

Engine probably need a tune up

Parking not what we do bruh

Kill a meter for the milestone

I’m bout the bread like a calzone

And you probably gon' get the dial tone

Been on my grind, getting way too rich

Ain’t had time for nobody ever since

Don’t hit my line if it ain’t about a dime

Every time hit em' with the new phone, who dis?

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone

I ain’t playing new phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?

New phone, who dis?