(Mhm, Yeah
Mhm)
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
My pack in the mail and ain't shit they can do
New Cashapp but my cash is blue
No need for a iron 'cause this shit is new
Might need me a strap but my boy got two
Your bitch on me 'cause I'm sick like flus
My plug love me 'cause I'm one of the few
Real niggas left RIP Woo
We got the trap jumpin' no kangaroo
I sell out trap and you sellin' the shake
You saving that bitch better put on a cape
I'm married to money threw it on a cake
My neighbors they nosey tryna build a case
I'm making her scream she love it
Bitch I'll do a verse just send me your budget
I got more water than down in the bucket
I'm walkin' with metal remind me of crutches
I met your hoe I ain't like her
But you know I had to pipe her
I keep the strap no diaper
I'm f*ckin' with her 'cause my new bitch is a rider
Me and my niggas we eatin' like we sit at diners
I hit her once she a hiker
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
Mr.Money - Time Lyrics
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(Mhm, Yeah
Mhm)
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
My pack in the mail and ain't shit they can do
New Cashapp but my cash is blue
No need for a iron 'cause this shit is new
Might need me a strap but my boy got two
Your bitch on me 'cause I'm sick like flus
My plug love me 'cause I'm one of the few
Real niggas left RIP Woo
We got the trap jumpin' no kangaroo
I sell out trap and you sellin' the shake
You saving that bitch better put on a cape
I'm married to money threw it on a cake
My neighbors they nosey tryna build a case
I'm making her scream she love it
Bitch I'll do a verse just send me your budget
I got more water than down in the bucket
I'm walkin' with metal remind me of crutches
I met your hoe I ain't like her
But you know I had to pipe her
I keep the strap no diaper
I'm f*ckin' with her 'cause my new bitch is a rider
Me and my niggas we eatin' like we sit at diners
I hit her once she a hiker
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
Mhm)
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
My pack in the mail and ain't shit they can do
New Cashapp but my cash is blue
No need for a iron 'cause this shit is new
Might need me a strap but my boy got two
Your bitch on me 'cause I'm sick like flus
My plug love me 'cause I'm one of the few
Real niggas left RIP Woo
We got the trap jumpin' no kangaroo
I sell out trap and you sellin' the shake
You saving that bitch better put on a cape
I'm married to money threw it on a cake
My neighbors they nosey tryna build a case
I'm making her scream she love it
Bitch I'll do a verse just send me your budget
I got more water than down in the bucket
I'm walkin' with metal remind me of crutches
I met your hoe I ain't like her
But you know I had to pipe her
I keep the strap no diaper
I'm f*ckin' with her 'cause my new bitch is a rider
Me and my niggas we eatin' like we sit at diners
I hit her once she a hiker
One two three four five
I think I'll wait on a dime
I'm at the top I done climbed
Bought a AP no time
She touchin' on me no mime
Damn I just want her mind
Damn my old bitch bad I flipped her
I through her straight to slime
These niggas they clones I can not stand it
I got a pound of the Runtz on the granite
I'm on the top but don't think that I landed
Me going broke that's sounding outlandish
I got a dime she talkin' in Spanish
I had the pounds next second they vanished
They callin' me Shaq I slammed it
That shit in the mail ain't even gotta hand it
Writer: Brandon Puckett
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