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