lil wayne – ain’t got time lyrics
[verse 1]
rolling stocky, kinda brocky on the streets where n-ggas watch me
if you plotting i’mma prol’ly get to pop at your noggin
i’m a hollygrove problem, like “follow me yeah
come and be my death volunteer,”
that’s why i’m here, i come to get that scratch
i done been to jail twice and tell them crackers i ain’t never going back, huh?
rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh?
gave me a shot and i sent several of ’em back, huh?
gave me some money, they won’t ever get it back now
one million, two million, three million: i’m stacked now
no more crack now, it’s in the back for now
just in case she crack down
i never back down, sh-t b-tch, i might react now
but, 4 million, 5 million, 6 million: i’m that now
where you at clown? i’m high in the sky
you at ground, so set down you b-tch you
[hook]
money on my mind, pistol on my side
i make a n-gga hide that pride
i ain’t got time for you b-tches, i’m trying get these riches
real n-ggas know that vision
i ain’t time for you haters, i’m trying get this paper
real ladies know that labor
i ain’t got time for you snitches, i’m trying get them riches
real n-ggas know that vision
[verse 2]
you motherf-ckers know what i’m out here doing
and you ain’t gotta buy it, if you not into it
dope block influenced, blue pale light, scream
i’m on that same -ss block letting the bell ring
looking for the boy, the one in the back
i could get your stomach out of your back
i could make you sh-t better, this better, than what them selling
they need drugs no penicillin and i’m the medicine man
yes i am him, yup-yup
hip-hip, hoo-ray, 20 hard came today
and two large was the pay, and the coast guard said it was okay
bring them barge to the bay
and my b-tch looks like a debarge so i call her bait
she put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case
if she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate
i got her social and her birth date, b-tch please
[hook]
[verse 3]
i talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler
stripper att-tude, only money make me move
dapper dan status, i’m the stunner part two
i got an image to uphold, and my image do, too
i’m off the scrimmage line like emmitt 2-2
why would the quarterback give it to you?
i gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women; french twist
and we don’t even talk, we just french kiss, i could never get pinched
i’m rocking like a big pimp
momma only dated hustlers, so i could only commend them
and never roll with a dummy on your hip
have the judge giving you a run-on sentence
never that, i keep the gun on for that business
and when i’m not, i’m at business
see that’s that, mad business, peep the simplistics
it’s cash money, n-gga, just live it
[hook]
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