Ring (Original Version)

By Ye Ali

Released on December 1, 2015

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[Chorus: Dutchboy]

You know it's all entertainment

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low and stack this paper

And roll blunts with my baby, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Baby I could be your private thing

Show you things you ain't never seen

We can keep between you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah


[Verse 1: Dutchboy]

Lost but I'm found

Who the one you call when you're down?

Who the one you call when you're fiendin'?

Said I got time, let's make a movie, fuck the screening

I know you feel the way I feel, so cut the teasing

You wanna bust it, I just gotta give a reason

I know them lames must hit you crazy, bob and weave them

I'm in LA, girl I be there like every season

I call you up, I fly you out, you know what's up

I'm still that nigga 'round the way, nigga 'round the way

Way my life been girl, I'm glad that we ain't grew astray

All these bitches fake, they only see me 'cause the fame

See me 'cause the way I got my stacks right now

You could say I got the town on my back right now

You could say I got a thing for you girl, you a day one

I ain't running game on you girl, so don't you play one

Bitches out here freaky for a tweet, don't you save 'em

Girl I got this crib a couple weeks, you should stay one

Tell your exes if they wanna beef, I got that A1

'Cause girl you got that A1, what more can I say?


[Chorus: Dutchboy]

You know it's all entertainment

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low and stack this paper

And roll blunts with my baby, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Baby I could be your private thing

Show you things you ain't never seen

We can keep between you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah


[Verse 2: Ye Ali]

Angel wings tatted on her back, you an angel

Told me that you hate it when I treat you like I'm famous

Well ain't that the point? to blow up, act like a stranger

I don't fuck with you 'cause you always making statements

I'm not with the long talk, girl I got the long stroke

I'm here for the moment baby, only for the night though

Condo in Miami, Brandi is a dancer

'Bout to hit the bank and cash out on a bad ting

Yeah