Mir Fontane – Miss Bill Collector lyrics

[Intro]
Hello
*Hello Mr. Fontane I’m Mrs. Brit*
What’s going on
*I’m calling in regards to a couple of fees that are still pending*
A couple of fees?
*I was wondering when we could expect the payment on these*
Y’all always call me on my phone with this bullshit
*Do you have an amount that you’d like to put down?*
I ain’t got it right now, I already told you the last time
*I understand but*
I told you last time that I ain’t got the fucking money
*We still need our money Sir*
Listen hold up

[Hook]
Please get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
I know I got student loans
But please don’t call my fucking phone
I don’t mean to disrespect you
*Listen Sir I understand your anger*
But you ain’t tryna work with me
Can’t you see I’m tryna make ends meet
So please get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
Cause don’t you know I’m ready to blow
Why you giving me pressure
*Sir I understand with the recession and all*
When I got it all, swear I’ll give you a call
When it’s all together
But in the meantime
Get off my, get off my
Get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
*Do you think perhaps we could ballpark a date?*

[Verse]
Mama said you can’t depend on niggas, hoes or the weather
Coming up on the Side I got blood in my eyes
Had to pull it together
*Sir do you think we could schedule*
I see gunshots fly, looked my brother in his eyes
And he was gone forever
I got a lot on my mind
You gon’ have to give me time Miss Bill Collector
Now check the method
I used to run around reckless
Back when I was in North Hampton
We had screw drivers for weapons
Wasn’t violent, just was childish
Macking fiends and poking tires
Fucking girls we knew from school
Before that pussy got that mileage in
But I grew up I graduated went to college yeah
Get a degree go make your grampa proud again
But my fifth semester, teary eyes to my professor
They killed my homie on campus
And you pressing for your extras
Fuck your money
*Trust me sir I understand your frustration*

[Hook]
Please get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
I know I got student loans
But please don’t call my fucking phone
I don’t mean to disrespect you
*Can I give you a ring next week and perhaps we can schedule a payment then?*
But you ain’t tryna work with me
Can’t you see I’m tryna make ends meet
So please get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
Cause’ don’t you know I ready to blow
Why you giving me pressure
*Perhaps we could line up the payments with your paychecks?*
When I got it all, swear I’ll give you a call
When it’s all together
But in the meantime
Get off my, get off my
Get off my dick Miss Bill Collector
*Maybe we could set up a direct deposit*