2 Cell Phones - Pardison Fontaine

Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach

Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link

I got the sauce, bitch, I’m the boss

Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech

Cleaning lady just emptied the trash

Condom wrappers, Versace receipts

All of my niggas is ready to shoot

They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet

Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach

Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link

She said that she late, she think I’m the daddy

I’m actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn’t me

False alarm, just got her period

And she wasn’t serious, what a relief

Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap

I’m built for this shit, man, I got the physique

Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach

Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link

I’m in my section, I look a king

She lookin' at me like I’m somethin' to eat

She do not know, she 'bout to get curved

I met her before, she ain’t wanna speak

I had a three, with two of your fans

Can’t say no names, I kept it discreet

Wake up, pray, get money, repeat

Wake up, pray, get money, repeat

I asked God for someone like me

He said, «I can’t, I made you unique»

She came to my house, sat on the couch

Indian style, she know I’m the chief

I got cameras all over the crib

Come to my spot, gotta sign a release

If she in my DM, I know she a freak

You 'bout to be fuckin' with somebody niece

Took off her clothes, sat on the bed, still smell her body spray all on my

sheets

Crazy shit is I ain’t even hit it, I know she was with it, but I fell asleep

Don’t got the heart to tell her to go, I just act like I got somewhere to be

Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach

Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link

I got the sauce, bitch, I’m the boss

Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech

Cleaning lady just emptied the trash

Condom wrappers, Versace receipts

All of my niggas is ready to shoot

They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet

Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach

Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link

She said that she late, she think I’m the daddy

I’m actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn’t me

False alarm, just got her period

She wasn’t serious, what a relief

Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap

I’m built for this shit, man, I got the physique