Obie Trice - My Time lyrics

[Intro] Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense I'm getting mine, 'bout to shine around here Lights in the bezel, price up a level Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street [Verse 1] Twenties on the Hemi, n***a made his quota n***a still (Shady), even though we over That don't stop my dollars from rolling over the mower I'mma put that product out until my casket below us Obie never slow up, getting it sho' 'nuff I'mma be a problem 'til the world freezes over Pistol in this holster, shooting like the Pistons b**hes on his dick cause they know he about his business Beating up the block is something very expensive Ice in his watch, haters paying attention Trice in the co*kpit navigating the engine Aviators watching for haters trying to stick him Get money 'til the day I'm a victim Til I lay beneath the clay all stiff then But for now I'mma get my rich in Double that dollar - flipping [Hook] Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here Lights in the bezel, price up a level Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street Bet a n***a like me never catch him on the beat Get that bet twice, I'mma catch him with the heat Money on my mind, homie on the grind Been away a minute but it's my time [Verse 2] Jumping out of cars, in and out of broads Spending, we ain't penny adding, we be getting ours Show you how to floss, show you buy the bars Y'all all talk, we notice y'all flaws Y'all in-laws, we married to the game Y'all just the mayne, next to the mayne I been spending change since the dope game Then he made a name for himself after c**aine Call him Kwame Kilpatrick, you could try to catch him Dope I got access, no text messaging Trice is an a**et n***as in the trap know his past say he know where the cash at Louie on his toes, dubs on the vehicle BME, I see it though I'mma need it my n***a then repeat it though D-boy in that two-seater, let's go! [Hook] [Verse 3] In and out of jets, him is but a vet Been around the world, him ain't finished yet And I don't need London to bloke or be stuntin I poke out like a bunion in any country I run in With any culture the code is his ulcer[?] Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia Fists full of dollars, lipstick On a n***a's collar courtesy of your missus You don't wanna miss this, misfit Mr. Michigan, getting this, richness, in I'm a better me, tell me who 'head of he? I'm something like veteran using letters over melodies Trice is still in it Real name, no gimmick, never fold cause of business (Business) b**hes (b**hes) I'mma get it for X over, n***a you be the witness [Hook]