Young Dolph - It's My Time lyrics

[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson] AK-47, the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively, got to k** every motherf**er in the room; accept no substitutes [Hook] I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time Now young n***a doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], b**h it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 1] Yeah b**h, it's my time Spent a brick on my left wrist And all that smoking, staying high times [?] f**ed your b**h without trying f**n***as saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now [Interlude] Hold up, hold up Found this A-plus Now, let's get back to this sh** It's Dolph [Hook] I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time Now young n***a doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], b**h it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 2] Yeah b**h, it's my time Spent a brick on my left wrist And all that smoking, staying high times Eyes red [?] f**ed your b**h without trying f**n***as saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now One foot in the traphouse One foot in the rap booth The type of n***a that sacked up over your b**h house and leaving residue I don't give a f**, yeah I'm rude Been doing this sh** since highschool Don't give a f** about my b**h's feelings So f** a n***a with an attitude Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that k**a-kush, yeah Everytime that n***a come around, I smell p**y I'm heavyweight, you're a feather I just might go Federer Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol b**h [Hook] I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time Now young n***a doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], b**h it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 3] Come through my hood and everybody [?] I'm just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps Polosweater, polo[?] Got a bad b**h flew in from Portland She at the peak by wearing nothing 5 pounds left in, I'm coming Crazy sh** I used to f** a cousin Well uhh, that's a a whole other subject Ghetto b**h was too loud in public Long hair, fat a**, no manners b**h head was so good That I stayed down in her throat like throat cancer Texted my plug one time, two days later flipped the whole city Ran through the city of Memphis Drug traffic, your b**h with me Young n***a hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, n***a Pounds allowed in the mansion, n***a Pounds already in the cabin, n***a [Hook] I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time Now young n***a doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], b**h it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time