lil pete - time is money lyrics
[intro]
money bags
(mikemadethe808s)
i’m way up
like thirty floors up
[chorus]
i never needed them, them n+ggas needed us
only love me when i’m broke, didn’t wanna see me up
time is money, what’s the pape’ without the lovey+dovey?
i was told you die alone, you better live for somethin’
f+ck love, it left a scar, so i don’t trust b+tches
money on the floor, i’m up, so what’s up with it?
and i can’t put that glock down ’cause i’m stuck with it
hundreds, they be bustin’ out the jeans, that’s how i f+ck with it
[verse 1]
live a little in thе streets ’cause n+ggas die a lot
i ain’t with the back and forth ‘causе i’ll beat your block
pocket watchin’, wonder why these n+ggas think i’m rich
thought i was been fallin’ off, but i’m still lit
and i can show you everything i was grinding for
young n+ggas with them bands tryna up the score
tell a n+gga that it’s up, but it’s on the floor
before this pandemic, n+ggas never seen a loaf
and i was tryna mind my business, but they tried to k!ll me
but you know we doubled back, that sh+t was minor
heard that n+gga k!lled his own mans, he ain’t no slider
if i ain’t up a mil’ by this year, i’ma retire
[chorus]
i never needed them, them n+ggas needed us
only love me when i’m broke, didn’t wanna see me up
time is money, what’s the pape’ without the lovey+dovey?
i was told you die alone, you better live for somethin’
f+ck love, it left a scar, so i don’t trust b+tches
money on the floor, i’m up, so what’s up with it?
and i can’t put that glock down ’cause i’m stuck with it
hundreds, they be bustin’ out the jeans, that’s how i f+ck with it
[verse 2]
i really leveled up, you can check my videos
get back, i gave that b+tch, she gave me ten back
and i can’t post up every day, already lived that
don’t wanna ruin your fun, but we done did that
a hundred bands ain’t sh+t, i blew it in a month
n+ggas postin’ every move up on ig, clown
had they turn, pass the ball ’cause you know we got now
n+ggas see us at the top, but we started from the ground
i’m on the road, i ducked off like the state troopers
my old shooter got rich, i need a new shooter
and tell a b+tch to shut up and get her bands up
if you bein’ real, in a year, i sent a lam’ truck
[chorus]
i never needed them, them n+ggas needed us
only love me when i’m broke, didn’t wanna see me up
time is money, what’s the pape’ without the lovey+dovey?
i was told you die alone, you better live for somethin’
f+ck love, it left a scar, so i don’t trust b+tches
money on the floor, i’m up, so what’s up with it?
and i can’t put that glock down ’cause i’m stuck with it
hundreds, they be bustin’ out the jeans, that’s how i f+ck with it
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