Michael Bay Lyrics - Singles - Cal Scruby

V1 

I'm like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener 

Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina 

I'm just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain't no ring on that finger 

I got pull-up game like Stephen Curry, my pull-out game is like Jenga 

Shut the fuck up, I ain't tryna have no conversation 

City show so much love when the boy came home broke MF had to hate it 

I ain't have to make it, could've worked a 9-5 like you when I graduated 

But I'm glad I waited, cuz I'ma hit your girl from the back; send a MF back to basics 

Why ain't you listen? I told you be quiet (yeah) 

Put out your album and nobody buying (yeah) 

I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying (yeah) 

You just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying (nah) 

This is a monologue, why am I speaking to you? 

It's like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the truth 

I got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but I mix that vodka with juice 

Switch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, I'm drunk in Manhattan... 

HOOK 

My shit blowing up 

So many calls, my shit blowing up 

No time to talk, my shit blowing up 

My ringer off but I'm still blowing up 

Yeah I'm blowing up 

My shit blowing up 

Like Independence Day, I'm blowing up 

Shit more like Michael Bay, I'm blowing up 

Slow motion walk-away, I'm blowing up 

Yeah I'm blowing up 

V2 

Got that Swisher Sweet, pack sour; Sam Jackson, my pack louder 

Riding around in that matte black on 24's like Jack Bauer 

Rubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-bitch 

I broke up with that old girl but I'm still using her Netflix 

Fuck all my exes, I could still fuck all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my section 

I know you mad cuz you standing in line and I just go in, I don't know where to exit 

She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; give her that dick like 50 Shades 

I want all these whips and chains, damn I feel like Christian Gray 

How many times did I tell you be quiet? (yeah) 

Calling my phone and I'm hitting decline (yeah) 

I got the minutes and data but I don't got time (yeah) 

I'm tryna talk to the money; my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah) 

I'm changing my number, I gotta get back to the business 

I'ma be running shit, you on that other shit; hop on a track and get back to the fitness 

You keep on talking about shit you don't got like the money and cars and the clothes 

and the bitches 

I'm like when Jordan came back with the Bulls, you're like when Jordan came back 

with the Wizards 

HOOK