Money
Way too many people think they know me
I don't know if I can trust my homies
Half these fuckers tap so much they owe me
I still walk the streets on my lonely
On my
On my lonely
On my
On my
Yeah
Aye
Time is money, I shall spent it on my own
On my own
I feel like I got a couple clones
Couple clones
Got too many bitches on my phone
On my phone
Focus on the bank
Said, leave me alone
I did it this shit on my own
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Leave a message at the tone
I be headed for the throne
But the road so cold
Got my money up
They fucking with me, cause' I'm coming up
They fucking with me, cause' I run it up
I got investors in different amounts
5 Figure numbers in all my accounts
So many visas, they can't even count
I like the plug, and I buy me an ounce
I need a whip on the roof
They goin' put me on the news
I put some gold on my tooth
They ain't got nothing to say
They need somebody to bang
I put the pen to the page
Mother fucker, I'm getting paid
Way too many people think they know me
I don't know if I can trust my homies
Half these fuckers tap so much they owe me
I still walk the streets on my lonely
On my
On my lonely
On my
On my
Yeah
Aye
Time is money, I shall spent it on my own
On my own
I feel like I got a couple clones
Couple clones
Got too many bitches on my phone
On my phone
Focus on the bank
Said, leave me alone
I don't know if I can trust my homies
Half these fuckers tap so much they owe me
I still walk the streets on my lonely
On my
On my lonely
On my
On my
Yeah
Aye
Time is money, I shall spent it on my own
On my own
I feel like I got a couple clones
Couple clones
Got too many bitches on my phone
On my phone
Focus on the bank
Said, leave me alone
I did it this shit on my own
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Leave a message at the tone
I be headed for the throne
But the road so cold
Got my money up
They fucking with me, cause' I'm coming up
They fucking with me, cause' I run it up
I got investors in different amounts
5 Figure numbers in all my accounts
So many visas, they can't even count
I like the plug, and I buy me an ounce
I need a whip on the roof
They goin' put me on the news
I put some gold on my tooth
They ain't got nothing to say
They need somebody to bang
I put the pen to the page
Mother fucker, I'm getting paid
Way too many people think they know me
I don't know if I can trust my homies
Half these fuckers tap so much they owe me
I still walk the streets on my lonely
On my
On my lonely
On my
On my
Yeah
Aye
Time is money, I shall spent it on my own
On my own
I feel like I got a couple clones
Couple clones
Got too many bitches on my phone
On my phone
Focus on the bank
Said, leave me alone
Credits
Writer(s): Staszek Hawrylkiewicz
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