telephone calls
A$AP Mob Lyrics


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Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring, ring, ring, post man
Who this?

Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit
Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit
Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)
Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six
This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir
Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer

I got money bags
I'mma bag your bitch, I'mma buy your bitch
(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)
I'mma cash this shit, I'mma cash this shit
(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)
Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)
You can have this shit, you can have this shit
(What you want, yo?)

Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back
James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag
And I don't know how to act
On or off the record, might go axe
Harlem back up on the map
True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks
Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts
Gucci and Dior biddin' wars
Who order a piece before they hit the floors
Not even shit you see overseas in stores
Who else with me? I know you seen the force
I'm in Gibral', I been the Lord
Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper
Greedy for the fat guy's platter
Killin' niggas even though black lives matter
Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up
Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather
Tell Tyler, better step his flow up
Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola
Nextel or the Motorola
Young nigga prolly never grow up
Post man with the telephone, uh

Ring, ring, ring, post man
Who this?

Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper
Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe
Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf
And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'
Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari
Fuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren
Niggas think they really on because they trappin'
Made about like 30 thousand
Fuck the party, threw the carnival
Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'
Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'
Make the shit, I wear the shit
They cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'
I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
Nigga tax bracket change like have you seen my home?
Crib got a tennis court
Get my Venus and Serena on
Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor
Ambulance come when I hit the scene
That boy flier than a bag of bees
I got my flowers, life's a jeweler
Diamond, fingers size of a tumor
He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?
He's a winner, no not a loser
Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities
Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze
January, Hawaiian shirts
Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me
Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga
Kunta ain't got much shit on me
'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back
To be like, "Y'all boys, my nigga"
Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch

Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy
I used to serve it to your mans ayy
Postman! Who's this?
Walk, Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk




Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Telephone Calls by A$AP Mob, A$AP Rocky, Tyler The Creator, Playboi Carti and Yung Gleesh talk about money, fashion, and fame. The song is an ode to wealth and the glamorous life that comes with it. The chorus suggests that they all have "money bags" and are going to "cash this shit" while also boasting about their expensive clothing and accessories. Tyler The Creator appears to be taking a swipe at those who think they are successful but only have a minimal impact by mentioning their small tax bracket and average earnings. The second half of the song is primarily about Yung Gleesh's walking style, ending with a repetition of "walk, walk, walk, walk."


The lyrics are explicit in celebrating the lifestyle of the rich and famous, with the rappers emphasizing their wealth and the fashionable brands that they associate with. They reference many famous luxury brands such as Gucci, Dior, and Giuseppe before saying "fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearing." They also acknowledge the competition that comes with the life of luxury and being adorned in high fashion with A$AP Bari being a "legit" player in the game of luxury goods. The song also highlights that these rappers have made it to new levels of wealth, with Tyler referring to his "tax bracket" and Yung Gleesh talking about buying ferocious Rottweilers “for my son and daughter.”


Overall, the lyrics of "Telephone Calls" suggest an autobiographical fantasy of wealth, fame, and success that these rappers have achieved. They also highlight that they have expensive taste and are involved in high-end fashion culture. The song is upbeat, vibrant and with boasts and taunts for those who are yet to reach their level of success.


Line by Line Meaning

Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring ring, someone's calling.


Ring, ring, ring, post man
The phone is ringing again, postman (someone who delivers mail) is on the line.


Who this?
Who is calling me?


Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit
Carti called to let me know something exciting is happening.


Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit
Let's call A$AP Bari, he's trustworthy.


Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)
Ian Connor is making clean money, and is on Young Lord's team.


Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six
Working with those boys from Harlem (New York) or Toronto (the Six).


This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir
This is Gosha, I don't pay for sex.


Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer
Having a wild ride, with a driver to take care of me.


I got money bags
I have a lot of money.


I'mma bag your bitch, I'mma buy your bitch
I can attract and purchase any woman.


(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)
I'm celebrating my wealth.


I'mma cash this shit, I'mma cash this shit
I'm going to spend this money.


(What you want, yo?)
What do you need from me?


Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back
My rap style is inspired by the Godfather of soul music, James Brown.


James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag
I have a new, fresh style inspired by James Brown.


And I don't know how to act
I'm wild, unpredictable.


On or off the record, might go axe
I might say or do something that could get me in trouble.


Harlem back up on the map
Harlem (New York City) is making a comeback.


True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks
Real New Yorkers can knock the city slicker out of you.


Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts
Let's get real and talk facts.


Gucci and Dior biddin' wars
Gucci and Dior are competing for the top spot.


Who order a piece before they hit the floors
Who got the exclusive items before they hit the stores?


Not even shit you see overseas in stores
These items are so exclusive, you can't even find them abroad.


Who else with me? I know you seen the force
Who's joining me? You can see the power of my crew.


I'm in Gibral', I been the Lord
I'm in Gibraltar, I feel like a king.


Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper
I'm unstoppable, I can even take down your favorite rapper.


Greedy for the fat guy's platter
I'm motivated by my desire for success.


Killin' niggas even though black lives matter
I'm ruthless and will do whatever it takes, even though black lives should matter.


Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up
My rapping style is so strong, it can even make people sick.


Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather
I'm paving the way, I'm a leader.


Tell Tyler, better step his flow up
Tyler The Creator needs to improve his rapping style.


Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola
I'm mixing my drink with Pepsi Cola.


Nextel or the Motorola
I don't care if it's the Nextel or Motorola phone.


Young nigga prolly never grow up
I'm a young guy who might never mature.


Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper
I'm messing around with Taco and Jasper.


Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy
Messing with Lionel is dangerous.


Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
I'm wearing a striped shirt and short shorts.


My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe
I'm wearing Vans shoes because they're not too fancy for Tyler.


Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf
I don't care about Gucci or Raf (Raf Simons).


And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'
I don't care about the latest fashion trends.


Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari
I don't care about Rolls Royce or Ferrari.


Fuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren
I don't care about Lamborghini, Tyler prefers McLaren.


Niggas think they really on because they trappin'
Some people think they're cool because they sell drugs.


Made about like 30 thousand
I earned about $30,000.


Fuck the party, threw the carnival
I don't care about parties, I'm throwing a carnival.


Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
About 30,000 people came to the carnival.


Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'
I'm shopping and living the life, my opal diamonds are shining.


Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'
I want my sapphires to shine too.


Make the shit, I wear the shit
I make and wear my own clothes.


They cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'
They copy my fashion style, it's called Golf, and they're crazy.


I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
I'm a businessman, you've never been as successful as me.


Nigga tax bracket change like have you seen my home?
I'm wealthy enough that my tax bracket has changed.


Crib got a tennis court
My house has a tennis court.


Get my Venus and Serena on
I want to play tennis like Venus and Serena Williams.


Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor
Golf is here, you might need to call a doctor.


Ambulance come when I hit the scene
The ambulance is called when I show up.


That boy flier than a bag of bees
I'm stylish like a bag of bees is in flight.


I got my flowers, life's a jeweler
I received my accolades, life is good.


Diamond, fingers size of a tumor
My fingers are covered in diamonds.


He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?
People are saying I'm a genius.


He's a winner, no not a loser
I'm successful and not a failure.


Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities
I don't care about sharing weed, I want to share opportunities.


Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze
I'm on fire right now, I'm not afraid of being cold in the future.


January, Hawaiian shirts
I'm wearing Hawaiian shirts in January.


Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me
I'm not bothered by this weather.


Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga
Where's the mirror? I'm looking for it because I'm that guy.


Kunta ain't got much shit on me
I'm even better than Kunta Kinte, a famous slave in American history.


'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back
I'm a master, I can pat myself on the back.


To be like, "Y'all boys, my nigga"
To say, "I'm just like you guys, my friends".


Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I'm doing this for Yams, a tribute to A$AP Mob member A$AP Yams who passed away.


I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
I used to do it for Instagram likes.


That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy
I was doing this before Instagram even existed.


I used to serve it to your mans ayy
I used to sell drugs to your friends.


Postman! Who's this?
The phone is still ringing, who's calling now?


Walk, Gleesh, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Keep walking, Yung Gleesh.


Walk, walk
Keep walking.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Agostino Marangolo, Claudio Simonetti, Fabio Pignatelli, Malcolm Lawson-Stribling, Massimo Morante, Playboi Carti, Rakim Mayers, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Yung Gleesh

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@alexholden1288

Tyler makes saving your money sound Gangsta

@nik4890

Alex Holden I mean he said he only rides mclaren that's not saving money lmao

@alexholden1288

Nik yeah, but he hates Gucci and Versace and Nike. Lol

@dejavugodssonxrp6624

Alex Holden But wears Supreme 😂👌

@shadowblack10

+Michael Tipple He gets it for free. He's great friends with James and the supreme team.

@alexholden1288

shadowblack10 haha yea but he only wears GOLF and vans now. Nice to see Tyler fans tho

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@ohitsdylan5266

Rocky and Tyler meeting is the greatest thing to happen in rap in the past few years.

@ohitsdylan5266

What if they got a track with Rocky, Tyler, Vince and Earl, oh shit man oh shit.

@HylianHero12

IT would be too lit, shit would catch fire before the song was even played

@OniPlex

dear god, let a$ap , OF (earl too) and flastbush all make a song. amen.

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