Humble Soles, DJ Clue, Rapsody, Tish Hyman, Rjae and Tyre Hakim - Clockwork

Don't it sound so marvelous?
Yeah
World famous DJ Clue, Desert Storms
I took (Vegas Jones)
I took, I

I took flight and I can't come down now (the nation)
Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now
Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse
(Oh, we gotta roll one)
And I got enough bricks to build a White House
D'ussé pouring, Ace of Spades popping
From the sidelines they hate, but they watching
I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting (stay plotting)
'Cause the time is money, you can't clock it (ayo)

Yeah, hit the scene, I'm on my Mr. Clean
I took the top off, I'm whipping cocaine
All white with Off-White's and these the 23's
Getting all this paper from these similes
Where I been? I been in the gym, I'm doing ten a week
A pad and pen, it's all I really need to rewrite history
Royal DNA, don't need expensive jeans (for real)
I'm the designer brand that all you niggas need
Knew I would live the dream when I was sixteen
On big screens, I got it out the mud, but now my shit clean (clean)
Pristine
Big dreams
Rich dreams
I'm about to (uh, yeah)

I took flight and I can't come down now
Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now
Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse (lighthouse)
And I got enough bricks to build a White House
D'ussé pouring, Ace of Spades popping
From the sidelines they hate, but they watching
I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting (yeah)
'Cause the time is money, you can't clock it

Niggas waste time, my mama ain't waste a belt
She beat my ass, I beat this beat, you beat your dick
They say pussy sells, successes tell me I did well, it's something else
Thinking 'bout the stories Biggie didn't tell
The drug cartel, my cartel got four rings without the dope
Cocaina
I'm so dope you'd think my head would be big as Gina's
Niggas gotta stand on they toes to see me like ballerinas
Couldn't waste time if I was Flava Flav's clock swinging (that's a bar)
That's a waste line
Some people hip to me, some people not
Some people turn corners, some still on the block
Waiting on the coroners
Bullets hot
I'm in the field shooting for the stars like I own Amazon
Wasting tears, families mourning you
Don't waste your life, on god

I took flight and I can't come down now
Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now
Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse (lighthouse)
And I got enough bricks to build a White House
D'ussé pouring, Ace of Spades popping
From the sidelines they hate, but they watching
I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting
'Cause that time is money, you can't clock it

Ooh
I'm on that D'ussé
I'm in the duvet
I got the blue face
These bitches do what I say
They on
I did some shit
We on
Take off and we gone 'til the morn'
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Popping bottles

Get money, get money, and more

Written by:
Latisha Hyman, Marlanna Evans, Tyre Hakim

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Humble Soles, DJ Clue, Rapsody, Tish Hyman, Rjae and Tyre Hakim

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