Money Man - Time lyrics

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Money Man - Time lyrics

I'm in the studio makin' hits, girl I ain't got time for you Even with the motor blown' in my foreign, bet I still ride for you Turned down three labels that we told, "Can't sign to you" Told my n***as all in a circle, "Never switch sides on you" Even though my own can't held 'em true, I never lie to you If I ain't got nobody else, gotta know girl I'm confidin' in you n***as be smellin' a n***a's designer smoke when I ride through Gotta keep fine-tooth, but a b**h, she fine too She sets me up fine, too b**h, I'm a dog, I should go and walk around on all fours I can't settle for the mall, I bought Carlo on the top floor All these Ps, n***a, got more bread than a golf course I just seen feds there leavin', they done left keys at the front door I ain't never bet the cost but a n***a just hit 'em with somethin' more 'Til I served you grease, you gotta air it out so went and got a contour Weed up the Cali lab, weed somewhere by Concord I done made a M for rappin' and I ain't even got no label support I'm correspondin' like Da Baby, eat a lil n***a at Walmart I'ma make sure all my n***as all straight, I got a big heart My car be push to start, my b**h be bull smart Cartier frames on my face, them make me look smart All the gra** that comin' in, I'm on my sixth cart Grew up in the hood, we ain't have sh**, now we got five cars Run up with a pack and I'ma find you like some OnStar Grab the Glock and I'ma pop a n***a just like a Pop-Tart Saw her strip at night, but she doin' hair in the daytime Gotta grow at home, the phone so that meaning more strides on FaceTime Gotta get it on, LaceTime Gucci belt on my waistline I'm in the studio makin' hits, girl I ain't got time for you Even with the motor blown' in my foreign, bet I still ride for you Turned down three labels that we told, "Can't sign to you" Told my n***as all in a circle, "Never switch sides on you" Even though my own can't held 'em true, I never lie to you If I ain't got nobody else, gotta know girl I'm confidin' in you n***as be smellin' a n***a's designer smoke when I ride through Gotta keep fine-tooth, but a b**h, she fine too She sets me up fine, too

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