Ring - Ye Ali, Jazz Cartier

Oh no, no, no, no

Yeah

Some people wanna be

No, no, no

Yeah

You know it’s all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thing (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain’t never seen (never seen)

We can keep it 'tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

(You know me and Ali go way back

You know what I’m saying, that’s my brother for life)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

(All the ladies will love this one)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Girl, will you be my Beyonce?

I’m 2 On in this party, I might call up Tinashe

I need Kendall and Kylie, Kendall and Kylie

Next time I head back to Cali let’s work it out like pilates

No I don’t wanna call you out, I just wanna take you down

Smoking sheesh out by the beach, that’s when I burn you out

And I’ve been so low-low-low, on my dolo-lo-lo

He hit you up, he like is Jazz there, you like no, no, no, no

I got hundred dollar bills for all my girls in Atlanta

I know niggas in the trap who always move with the hammer

You won’t catch 'em on Snap, they don’t pose for no camera

I fly you out like every August 'cause you love Carabana

Oh yeah, oh yeah

I hear the ring on my phone

I hit it one time, put it down, now she won’t leave me alone

I’ve been working overtime, baby I need me a clone

But I’m the prince of my city, I just need me a throne

Cuzzi baby, yeah yeah

You know it’s all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thing (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain’t never seen (never seen)

We can keep it 'tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

I got a job for you 'cause you work well

When I hit your phone, don’t go to voicemail

Girl I’m in the six, I’m with my nigga Jazz

He got a couple tings and they bad

Baby I just wanna see you naked

Come to the hotel room, you know my reputation

I don’t really drink a lot, but you get faded

Ride on my pony, Ginuwine, I’m so anxious

Ride with me, ride with me

I need a girl to shine with me, shine with me

Girl, please don’t waste my time baby, my time baby

Got a show in Vietnam baby, they calling me

Then I got a trip to France baby, a trip to France

I don’t ever see my friends baby, don’t get the chance

I’m in Tokyo right now but I’m back to Cali

I gotta FaceTime with you girl, you are my balance, yeah

You are my balance, you are my balance

I couldn’t fuck you when I met you, girl you were a challenge

That’s why I got you right here laying all on couch while I’m writing these raps

While you lay on my mattress and fix me a sandwich, I wanna tell all of my

friends

That you are the best, and that’s how I got you

You know it’s all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thing (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain’t never seen (never seen)

We can keep it 'tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah