NoTime
She want all my time
Bitch you crossed the line
I've been on my grind
I don't got no time
Your bitch on my line
She be looking fine
But I can't cuff no hoe
She a waste of time
I be on my grind
Tryna make money moves yeah that's my pride
Your bitch wanna fuck with me lil nigga cause I be living my life
She wanna fuck with a nigga cause she hear I got money up on my mind
Don't be mad at me lil boy I'll have you swerving through traffic
Never gone catch me lacking cause I be rocking that automatic
Never gone trust no hoe cause they be way too outta pocket
Last time I trusted a hoe she turned me into Subzero
Cold hearted nigga I don't give a fuck about no treesh ass hoe
Grrr
I'm back
I don't give a fuck about none I pull up on you and give you a heart attack
My flow so unique you might as well label me as a champ
Drip so hard you can't compete
Take that fake shit back
Ice so cold it might break the scale on your diamond test
Catch me in my city I just might give you like ten racks
Swear I'm making it out
Hard work pays off when you're chasing the bag
Never gone see me broke I fall down once and never gone fall again
Your bitch fell in love but she got way too attached
I be counting that green and sipping that lean make my liver collapse
Your bitch is a athlete I be telling her to run some laps
I be spending some racks and get it right back that's just how I am
She be telling me I'm her favorite artist bitch sit your ass down
Bitch you crossed the line
I've been on my grind
I don't got no time
Your bitch on my line
She be looking fine
But I can't cuff no hoe
She a waste of time
I be on my grind
Tryna make money moves yeah that's my pride
Your bitch wanna fuck with me lil nigga cause I be living my life
She wanna fuck with a nigga cause she hear I got money up on my mind
Don't be mad at me lil boy I'll have you swerving through traffic
Never gone catch me lacking cause I be rocking that automatic
Never gone trust no hoe cause they be way too outta pocket
Last time I trusted a hoe she turned me into Subzero
Cold hearted nigga I don't give a fuck about no treesh ass hoe
Grrr
I'm back
I don't give a fuck about none I pull up on you and give you a heart attack
My flow so unique you might as well label me as a champ
Drip so hard you can't compete
Take that fake shit back
Ice so cold it might break the scale on your diamond test
Catch me in my city I just might give you like ten racks
Swear I'm making it out
Hard work pays off when you're chasing the bag
Never gone see me broke I fall down once and never gone fall again
Your bitch fell in love but she got way too attached
I be counting that green and sipping that lean make my liver collapse
Your bitch is a athlete I be telling her to run some laps
I be spending some racks and get it right back that's just how I am
She be telling me I'm her favorite artist bitch sit your ass down
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Writer(s): Alexander Murillo
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