I Aint Got Time (feat. Dej Loaf)
x4
I ain't got time cause I run these streets
My money too long, why you hatin' on me?
I be on my grind and I run these streets
So it's about time that I flood these streets
Spent about a band on my Louis evidence
Cause it's evident a nigga gettin' hella rich
All that Instagram shit'll get your melon split
Slide through, drop a hundred, let the candy drip
I'm on some Kevin Gates shit, I don't get tipsy
On the floor late night tryna get mine
Stay down and come up, ain't got no new
friends
Now I'm racked up, Forgiatos on a new Benz
Weed loud, I can show you what the pack do
If you a nerd, I can show you what the MAC do
I bring it back like I'm Mannie Fresh and Lil
Wayne
Copped the old school with this candy on some
gold thangs
x2
Broke niggas talkin', I call it EBT
Government funded niggas that can't fuck with
me
I'm in that 600, on some Forgiato
Strap tucked, sippin' syrup out a baby bottle
You call yourself a boss but I don't understand
Your circle lookin' bummy, why you ain't front
your men?
You niggas dead wrong, my whole team on
Back and forth, catchin' plays like it's ping pong
I let my nuts hang cause I done took some
losses
Game strong cause I done hung around too
many bosses
I ain't forgot my nigga [?], he put me on
Now it's thousand dollar plays, juugin' on the
iPhone
X2
I ain't got time cause I run these streets
My money too long, why you hatin' on me?
I be on my grind and I run these streets
So it's about time that I flood these streets
Spent about a band on my Louis evidence
Cause it's evident a nigga gettin' hella rich
All that Instagram shit'll get your melon split
Slide through, drop a hundred, let the candy drip
I'm on some Kevin Gates shit, I don't get tipsy
On the floor late night tryna get mine
Stay down and come up, ain't got no new
friends
Now I'm racked up, Forgiatos on a new Benz
Weed loud, I can show you what the pack do
If you a nerd, I can show you what the MAC do
I bring it back like I'm Mannie Fresh and Lil
Wayne
Copped the old school with this candy on some
gold thangs
x2
Broke niggas talkin', I call it EBT
Government funded niggas that can't fuck with
me
I'm in that 600, on some Forgiato
Strap tucked, sippin' syrup out a baby bottle
You call yourself a boss but I don't understand
Your circle lookin' bummy, why you ain't front
your men?
You niggas dead wrong, my whole team on
Back and forth, catchin' plays like it's ping pong
I let my nuts hang cause I done took some
losses
Game strong cause I done hung around too
many bosses
I ain't forgot my nigga [?], he put me on
Now it's thousand dollar plays, juugin' on the
iPhone
X2
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Mcintyre
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