Tyler - Ain't Got Time lyrics

Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio (God I love this sample) We're going to dance And exercise And have some fun I ain't got time for these ni**as Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this b*tch, lookin' like a seminar Who the fu*k you talkin' to motherfu*ka? Boy I ain't got time for these b*tches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this b*tch lookin' for a water hose Who the fu*k you talking to, muthafu*kin boy? Boy I ain't got time Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it That I got this car, so I took scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First (Happy birthday!) You b*tch ass ni**a yep, I'm thirsty The little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me I ain't fu*k with you b*tch ass in the first place I ain't got tiiiime for these ni**as Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this b*tch, lookin' like a seminar Who the fu*k you talkin' to motherfu*ka? Boy I ain't got time for these b*tches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this b*tch lookin' for a water hose Who the fu*k you talking to, muthafu*kin boy? Boy I ain't got time Nat Turner would be so proud of me Cause all these (motherfu*kers!) got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they'll bow to me But, you a house ni**a, so you don't know How that sh*t go with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair 'Cause you already know how slow my sh*t grow Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Been the man with a bigger plan ni**as know the deal When I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100 mil' Next line, I'll have em' like woah I've been kissing white boys since 2004 One need to See three Ms Four, five, six years ago su*k selling figure Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fu*ked up I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada You ain't important I'mma keep sporting All Smiles Over Here Shout out to The Garden (Tick tock) And, I just handle all my business like a chess board (Tick tock, tick, tock) And them golf boys, that's my muthafu*kin' set boy Hard to swallow like some thick soda Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda Do the Skywalker, riding round' sola And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola Getting neck from the ball like some big shoulders Til' I bust like that 9 in your heat holster Everything I say is hot, b*tch I speak toaster And I bred orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa Green bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa It's that thick odor Young money T Young fu*kers, black boy, oh silly me (I ain't got time!) Better talk sh*t 'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf sh*t Pants got a little flood, ni**a pipe down A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down (Boy I ain't got time!) To be sittin' here right now 'Cause ni**as dying every day And I ain't light brown And i-D ain't wanna give a ni**a no pose So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue (ni**a I ain't got time!) Listen man I'm dat boy All you lil ni**as clones, boy I feel dat boy You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth Tick, Tock Tick, Tock Tick, Tock "fu*k. Hello"