Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha, yeah, you should already know
Just some NPE shit
Alright
I’m about that money, bout that green, i’m a true cash fiend
Don’t play about my shit, I got chops long as limosuines
Yo bitch all up on me, imma bone like a femur
In my world bitch, in the kitchen cooking up that Beiber
White bitch sniffing got that shit on her nose, call it Beiber Fever
Hit a spanish bitch so good, she start singing like Selena
You can call me Martin cause my new bitch look like Gina
If you want it for the low, stay with the trees like a beaver
Nah bitch I don’t smoke but i will smoke a goofy
Plug is my dog, bitch I ain’t talking bout no Snoopy
On my P’s and Q’s, I stay with that Lil Uzi
Money longer, got that Don Cannon, no i’m not Lil Uzi
T I M, time iz money, and no this shit ain’t really funny
I pull that Glock on yo ass, then yo pussy ass start running
Don’t play with my money, don’t play with my time
Whatever you do, please don’t hate on my grind
Yeah they hating all the time, trying knock me off my grind
Just trying waste my time, told em please don’t call my line
Told these niggas hop off the throne, because the crown is mine
Tell these niggas ain’t no games, don’t play about my grind
T I M, time iz money, bitch i’m about mine
Yeah I don’t love no hoe, cause they wanna waste my time
If it ain’t about the money, please don’t hit my line
T I M, time iz money, so please don’t waste my time
Play with my money, and then i’m on yo ass like karma
Say with the clips like i’m Ridly Scott, you don’t want no drama
Nigga say he want war with me, give his ass trauma
Choppa make a fool get to dancing like the samba
See the size of the bullets, they eat yo ass like Kevin Gates
New bitch ass look like a full moon, I be up in her space
My nine ate 7 niggas, so I got 6 other ones scared
5 shooters with me, heartless as fuck they really don’t care
4 choppas on me bussin at yo group of three
Now you down to 1 cause person 2 saw the heat and then he fleed
No I won’t give the rappers a Chance, said you don’t want «No Problems»
Said you got shooters but never see you around em
Play with my money, I do yo ass like Frank Lucas did
Have ya coughing blood, but you’ll be thinking it’s mucus and shit
Don’t play with my money, and don’t play with my time
Whatever you do, please don’t hate on my grind
Yeah they hating all the time, trying knock me off my grind
Just trying waste my time, told em please don’t call my line
Told these niggas hop off the throne, because the crown is mine
Tell these niggas ain’t no games, don’t play about my grind
T I M, time iz money, bitch i’m about mine
Yeah I don’t love no hoe, cause they wanna waste my time
If it ain’t about the money, bitch, please don’t hit my line
T I M, time iz money, so please don’t waste my time