GRWM - G-Eazy
Lyrics by：Gerald Gillum
Composed by：Gerald Gillum
These **** keep on callin' me baby
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
Uh
I'm in London off the grid
I got euros I got quid
Poppin' champagne at the Ritz
Eatin' caviar and squid
Your BM in my DMs
I pass that like Jason Kidd
Look at this lil' Oakland kid
Said I'd do it and I did
Did
Check my wrist it's flex o'clock
Rollie Hublot Patek talk
It's not a list it's not a stock
Sold out shows I'm in your city
And the lines around the block
That's a girl the other night she hawk tuah on my
You know what
Come to the Bay type one need
Truth be told I'm really that guy
It's not somethin' I pretended to be
Send me the pics I'm ready to see
I like the assess prefеrably
Mornin' *** then I get drеssed
Now she tryna get ready with me
These **** keep on callin' me baby
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
These **** keep on callin' me baby
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
Uh
Dot my I's and cross my T's
And stay on my P's and Q's
Stand on business pick a side
Ain't no choice she free to choose
Just don't be surprise that I get more P's than you
You puttin' on a show it won't be no season two yeah
I'm rich I'm rich I'm rich
Last time I heard you a ***** on ***** on *****
So don't you ever diss 'cause if **** ever go down
You gon' make some people 'round mm you get the gist
Capiché keep the peace
Some things you can't teach
Thought I told you E's a beast
Now worth eighteen mil at least
Fly from Paris out to Nice
Postin' then to Greeze
Pulled up in the LaFerrari
This a pink slip not a lease uh
These **** keep on callin' me baby
Nah
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
Uh uh
These **** keep on callin' me baby
Nah
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
Sorry
Where's my money?
**** you pay me
