Phone Call With Breezy lyrics

Oh good money, you chillin' after that? Ayy I'ma be in LA the whole time You remember when I used to sell you the belts? Hell yeah! Man that shit crazy, man Yo, you know it was me makin' them belts? No, back in the day, you know, I ain't peep it I remember, I think, I think Kwasi and them Like, brought you over one day and I peeped you Then they went off in your shit like when you was doin' the music I was like Huh, don't I know son? Like I know him! Then they was like yeah my nigga He was designin' mad long I was like damn that shit crazy Word, that shit was like five years ago You still got them shits? Bro I got them joints at the crib, bro I got the multi-colored one The camo colored one Like, I think it was red and brown And I got the camo joint you did Hey, now look, now we're doin' songs together and shit