[Intro: Jim Jones & Dyce Payso]
This call we be recorded and monitored
I have a collect call from Melly Matrix
Hello? Hello?
My bail a hundred thousand (I done seen them crackheads call on me)
I just need ten percent (I done seen them dopeheads call on me)
I gotta bond out
Hold me down (Uh, uh)
Hold me down, dog (Yeah)

[Chorus: Dyce Payso & Jim Jones]
I done seen them crackheads call on me (How many you need?)
I done seen them dopeheads call on me (Got that bond)
I done had a bunch of money all on me (Got it all)
I done seen this whole world fold on me (Mm, mm)
I been switchin' phones 'cause they been hittin' homes up
N***as need bail, so they call on me (Hello?)
They call, yeah, they call on me (Yeah)
They call, yeah, they call on me (Naw, they said 'bout to get bail)
They call, yeah, they call on me (Hello?)
They call, yeah, they call on me (Kinda childish, right?)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
There's a few things that I never spoke upon (Talk about it)
Like how n***as was jumpin' bail after I done posted bond (Ain't gon' say no names)
Shit, when B got hit and I shot, that almost broke his arm (I know you miss him)
When baby bro was lettin' that shit fire like a smoke alarm (Grrt)
Word in the hood is that Gleen did bad (Damn)
Had a conversation with Tuck, but he ain't seem too mad (I miss you, n***a)
He had to find out police gave a player from his team a badge
I watched him blow half a mil', shit, that n***a really seen a bag (Ah)
Most these n***as only call you when they chips is down
If I forgot somethin', I tell the pilot turn this bitch around
Sometimes, I go to the hood to hear gunshots 'cause I miss the sound
Grown men askin' me to hold somethin', that's how bitches sound (Pressure, n***a)
[Chorus: Dyce Payso]
I done seen them crackheads call on me
I done seen them dopeheads call on me
I done had a bunch of money all on me
I done seen this whole world fold on me
I been switchin' phones 'cause they been hittin' homes up
N***as need bail, so they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I had Puff at Lenox right before they sent the feds to him
I asked him 'bout his rich friends and why they actin' like he's dead to 'em (Crazy, right?)
But when that loyalty get moldy, you can see what the bread ruins (Facts)
We had a good conversation, I hope he grasps what I said to him (Hope he heard me)
Tough times don't last, but the tough n***as do (Uh-huh)
We stand on our right or our wrong 'cause that's what tough n***as do (Type shit)
I told Shotti and Harv that they was headin' for disaster (Still love 'em)
'Cause they was runnin' 'round like slaves, gettin' whips and chains instead of the master (Still back to back)
Hear the reach and I preach, I never said that I'm a pastor (Uh-uh)
But I do know that the death is certain, so I'm hopin' that the Heaven is after, shit (I hope He forgive me)
In this game, they got me F'd up just like a Fendi store (Fuck 'em, though)
I'm still sellin' gold plaques in the year '24 (Pardon me)
Car say '25 even though we in the year '24 (Skrrt)
I just gave you n***as a twenty-piece, boy, I fuck around and give y'all twenty more (You like that?)
Now you got me thinkin' 'bout everything we had to persevere (So much)
I was on my way to church, but now I'm at the church's stairs (Amen)
They popped shots at the drop and a n***a had to reverse the gears
Lately, I been laughin' a lot 'cause I just been tryna reverse the tears
[Chorus: Dyce Payso]
I done seen them crackheads call on me
I done seen them dopeheads call on me
I done had a bunch of money all on me
I done seen this whole world fold on me
I been switchin' phones 'cause they been hittin' homes up
N***as need bail, so they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me
They call, yeah, they call on me

[Outro]
The voicemail again?
Bitch, I'm tired of him, voicemail fuckin' again, he leave me on read, this 'bout the third time
I swear to God, when I see him, fact, matter fact
What, what, um
What's the name of that studio he be at?
Call the Uber right now, swear to God (We goin' over right now)
Call the Uber right now
I'm not playing with him
He think he so fuckin'— Jimmy, when I see you
When I see you, Jimmy, it's up
I don't, I don't even know why you playin' with me, like I'm—
He think 'cause he gettin' some money, he really think he doin' somethin'
He really think he fire
He really think— Dipset mad old, not gon' lie
How old is it?
How old is it? Hahahaha