I Got Time
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Buss It
I Got Time
Whoa
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I Got Time
Whoa
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Whoa
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Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
(Dumb DumbDeeDoe Ya Heard Me)
Wait lil mama super fine
(Yessir)
She waste past a dime
(Ooouhh)
You know I ain't lying
I be in and out your girl
I had to put in time
I left my day ones
Because they wasn't trying to win
(They Lazy)
I blocked my side chick
Because I wasn't trying to sin,
(You blocked)
I had to run it up
Because I was broke back then
(I was broke)
I mix the lemonade with the Bombay gin,
(Pour me up)
I'm fresh to def don't want no city girl,
(She ratchet)
I'm dressed in all black designers Yeah,
(Fresh)
Don't leave the crib without your hardware,
(Stupid)
She trying to talk me out my underwear
Make it
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
I got up out the bed and
Went and got a check
(I'm gone)
I got it out the mud
And did it with respect
I put my family on my back
I told my brothers just wait
If you want a pack from me
Boy you bet not be late
If you want beef I keep it sizzling like A Ruth Chris steak
And I can't eat without my family
That's just how I was raised
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
We move around in the streets
Like a race track
Bag come to me ion chase that
She want to spend it on me I can't make that
I got time but you know I can't waste that
They in they feelings they mad and losing
One of them she bad and choosy
One of them she bad & boujee
Head on my shoulders
I'll flash and lose it
I might step on yo partner
You know How I'm rockin
That bag on yo head
That's a purchase
These shooters ain't nun like computers
When I tell you just like on google
They searching
Give them wings like I work for churches
I got time let's make it percolate
Overtime just like I'm workin late
Take off on niggas
Like I had to work today
They say I'm one of the best
They know I do what I want
And they do what they can
That boy there is not like the rest
Came in the game
With a cheat sheet
They can not beat me
Why would I worry about the test
Come out the trenches
They hit you with choppas
If you make it out then
They say that you blessed
You better do all them tricks that You do in that mirror
Don't get around me and act shy
Do that lil dance that you did on
Tik-Tok
Ballin to hard in the game
Make the wrist lock
Try to take something
Get slapped like Chris Rock
Try to take something
Get put on a T'shirt
Got the Glock with me
I ain't never solo
Put a hole in ya horse on a polo
I'm spin on the block like a yo-yo
I'll take the shot but I want the assist
Like they black & white
They got caught in the mix
I'm takin them all I ain't got no picks
Got 99 problems but one I can fix
I'm throwin that money
Like I use to pitch
I took my L's but now I can't miss
A BBL thats all on her list
Them labels call I'm tellin Em this
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time today yeah,
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time today yeah
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Buss It
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
(Dumb DumbDeeDoe Ya Heard Me)
Wait lil mama super fine
(Yessir)
She waste past a dime
(Ooouhh)
You know I ain't lying
I be in and out your girl
I had to put in time
I left my day ones
Because they wasn't trying to win
(They Lazy)
I blocked my side chick
Because I wasn't trying to sin,
(You blocked)
I had to run it up
Because I was broke back then
(I was broke)
I mix the lemonade with the Bombay gin,
(Pour me up)
I'm fresh to def don't want no city girl,
(She ratchet)
I'm dressed in all black designers Yeah,
(Fresh)
Don't leave the crib without your hardware,
(Stupid)
She trying to talk me out my underwear
Make it
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap
I got up out the bed and
Went and got a check
(I'm gone)
I got it out the mud
And did it with respect
I put my family on my back
I told my brothers just wait
If you want a pack from me
Boy you bet not be late
If you want beef I keep it sizzling like A Ruth Chris steak
And I can't eat without my family
That's just how I was raised
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time
Today yeah
We move around in the streets
Like a race track
Bag come to me ion chase that
She want to spend it on me I can't make that
I got time but you know I can't waste that
They in they feelings they mad and losing
One of them she bad and choosy
One of them she bad & boujee
Head on my shoulders
I'll flash and lose it
I might step on yo partner
You know How I'm rockin
That bag on yo head
That's a purchase
These shooters ain't nun like computers
When I tell you just like on google
They searching
Give them wings like I work for churches
I got time let's make it percolate
Overtime just like I'm workin late
Take off on niggas
Like I had to work today
They say I'm one of the best
They know I do what I want
And they do what they can
That boy there is not like the rest
Came in the game
With a cheat sheet
They can not beat me
Why would I worry about the test
Come out the trenches
They hit you with choppas
If you make it out then
They say that you blessed
You better do all them tricks that You do in that mirror
Don't get around me and act shy
Do that lil dance that you did on
Tik-Tok
Ballin to hard in the game
Make the wrist lock
Try to take something
Get slapped like Chris Rock
Try to take something
Get put on a T'shirt
Got the Glock with me
I ain't never solo
Put a hole in ya horse on a polo
I'm spin on the block like a yo-yo
I'll take the shot but I want the assist
Like they black & white
They got caught in the mix
I'm takin them all I ain't got no picks
Got 99 problems but one I can fix
I'm throwin that money
Like I use to pitch
I took my L's but now I can't miss
A BBL thats all on her list
Them labels call I'm tellin Em this
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I Got Time
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time today yeah,
I got time
Thuggin clutchin iron
If you got it on ya mind
I got time today yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ardrey Lawson, Demorris Hamburg
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