Time

Riding with that stick, I know you boys relate...
It's dinner time we snatching steaks off niggas plate...

Mashin' in that foreign...
Keep 50 in my safe,God flow dese niggas took em right to church... Amen
Time is money nigga now let's get rich, pissy yellow diamonds look like bisquit...
Boy I ain't just rhyming, really wit the shits,choppa in suitcase the one I handle business with...
Stop telling ya moves nigga just man up... cuz if they see you that line up, watch they stand up...
Testifying putting they hands up... got niggas scrambling putting ya grams up!

I got time for counting money, ain't got time for these bitches...
I was out chea hustlin nigga n you was tryna take pictures...

You got shooters I got shooters and I ride for my niggas!
Homicide for my niggas... fuck the law lie for my niggas!

Everywhere I go you know the fellas wit me (goodfellas) niggas think we gang bang ain't no colors wit me...
Can't fumble the bag gotta secure it quickly
Yea I'm bout a dollar keep a couple hundred with me...
Bossed up on you niggas now it's time to flex...
Don't send me a invite if ain't Bout a check, cash out on you niggas with all due respect...
Smash out on ya bitch and then ignore her text.circulate the pictures wit the group chat...
It's either that, or hit the group next!
My nigga gritty saying Trizzy calm down
When I was broke them bitches they where not around...



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Meehan
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