No Time
(Yeah)
(Nah nah)
(Yeah Woah)
(Nah Nah)
(Yeah Woah)
(No No)
(I ain't got time for hoes)
I ain't got time for hoes
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most
Get out my mind it's froze
Gettin' my paper they want me know I never told
(Yeah) countin' it up on the low
(Yeah) I need my racks on the floor
(Wait, Uh)
(Yeah, Yeah)
I ain't got time for hoes
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most
Get out my mind it's froze
Gettin' my paper they want me know I never told
Countin' it up on the low
Countin' it up need my racks on the floor
They said one day imma make it
I'm finna get it but I gotta fake it
You niggas be switchin' no I cannot take it
I'm with yo bitch in the back and she naked
I'm with yo bitch in the back and she shake it (Shake It)
Once I get done she go lie to yo face man (Face Man)
Get played like a joke now I'm breakin' the hearts man (Hearts Man)
I spend a rack when I walk in the mall man (Mall Man)
Passin' these thotties
(Just like im J. Stockton)
(Yeah, Wait)
Passin' 'em off like one-two
I take yo girl on a honeymoon
She feenin' my jack just like a spoon
Just know I don't love I'm not cuffin' you
Don't know what you told don't get comfortable
Flowin' so long like Rapunzel
(Yeah, Aye) Flowin' so long like Rapunzel
Bitch just tell me what you want
Smoking exotic is all in my lungs (Yeah)
Lil' bitch she wanted the dick
So she pull up and then I go give her that Uh (That Uh)
Bitch nigga gave her that Uh (That Uh Yeah)
Then I go give her that Uh (That Uh)
She finna tap out
No, it's not Smackdown
I got your girl and I'm blowin' her back out
I got the flow and I'm showin'
Run up on me you get smacked for that hoe shit
Not with the causin' commotion
But y'all niggas plottin' on some shit
You must really think that I'm dumb bitch
What do you want I got somethin'
I'm finna blow it up you finna throw it up
I got the juice in the cup issa' double cup
Runnin' it up bitch they pour me up
I got the dirt on the rim issa' a dirty cup
These niggas act hard they don't me bruh (Know be bruh)
Don't call me ya bro, not your Brodie yeah (Brodie Yeah)
Don't call me your bro, not your Brodie (Yeah)
(Brodie, Yeah, Brodie, Yeah)
Don't call me your bro, not your Brodie (Yeah)
I ain't got time for hoes (Wait, Yo)
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most (Woa-oah) (Yeah Yeah)
Get out my mind, it's froze (Yeah) (Fro-o-oze)
Get out my mind it's froze
(Like Woah)
(Nah nah)
(Yeah Woah)
(Nah Nah)
(Yeah Woah)
(No No)
(I ain't got time for hoes)
I ain't got time for hoes
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most
Get out my mind it's froze
Gettin' my paper they want me know I never told
(Yeah) countin' it up on the low
(Yeah) I need my racks on the floor
(Wait, Uh)
(Yeah, Yeah)
I ain't got time for hoes
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most
Get out my mind it's froze
Gettin' my paper they want me know I never told
Countin' it up on the low
Countin' it up need my racks on the floor
They said one day imma make it
I'm finna get it but I gotta fake it
You niggas be switchin' no I cannot take it
I'm with yo bitch in the back and she naked
I'm with yo bitch in the back and she shake it (Shake It)
Once I get done she go lie to yo face man (Face Man)
Get played like a joke now I'm breakin' the hearts man (Hearts Man)
I spend a rack when I walk in the mall man (Mall Man)
Passin' these thotties
(Just like im J. Stockton)
(Yeah, Wait)
Passin' 'em off like one-two
I take yo girl on a honeymoon
She feenin' my jack just like a spoon
Just know I don't love I'm not cuffin' you
Don't know what you told don't get comfortable
Flowin' so long like Rapunzel
(Yeah, Aye) Flowin' so long like Rapunzel
Bitch just tell me what you want
Smoking exotic is all in my lungs (Yeah)
Lil' bitch she wanted the dick
So she pull up and then I go give her that Uh (That Uh)
Bitch nigga gave her that Uh (That Uh Yeah)
Then I go give her that Uh (That Uh)
She finna tap out
No, it's not Smackdown
I got your girl and I'm blowin' her back out
I got the flow and I'm showin'
Run up on me you get smacked for that hoe shit
Not with the causin' commotion
But y'all niggas plottin' on some shit
You must really think that I'm dumb bitch
What do you want I got somethin'
I'm finna blow it up you finna throw it up
I got the juice in the cup issa' double cup
Runnin' it up bitch they pour me up
I got the dirt on the rim issa' a dirty cup
These niggas act hard they don't me bruh (Know be bruh)
Don't call me ya bro, not your Brodie yeah (Brodie Yeah)
Don't call me your bro, not your Brodie (Yeah)
(Brodie, Yeah, Brodie, Yeah)
Don't call me your bro, not your Brodie (Yeah)
I ain't got time for hoes (Wait, Yo)
I ain't got time for bitches who doing the most (Woa-oah) (Yeah Yeah)
Get out my mind, it's froze (Yeah) (Fro-o-oze)
Get out my mind it's froze
(Like Woah)
Credits
Writer(s): Lazaro Swartz
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