T-Money - Time Watch

(Uhuh, yeah, let's go)
Look at the time on the clock
Hop on the beat, and it bop
Eight o eight making a drop
I'm giving pipe to the W.A.P
Then I go take it to shop
I rock a fit in the Crocs
My bitches ship in a box
Stacking the bands to the top
I don't fuck with these haters, it's too many players they wasting my motherfucking damn Time
I know I got to focus, my life has been bogus but I keep a grind and it stand fine
Wanna get to the top, but I float in the middle just listen I know that I can rhyme
Trying dodge all these obstacles, like I was walking through acres of motherfucking land Mines
Had to cut out some people, they all wasn't worth it I went through a phase & another phase
People all in your business, they script wasn't written so why is they up in the Kool-Aid
Niggas say that they ride, but they switching up gears on a nigga like it was a drag race (Damn)
Need my money I need it the fast way (Facts)
I can spit on this beat any past day (Word)
She can split on a nigga her back straight (Damn)
Put the stack to your ear what the cash say
Pull up stunting my diamonds they flashy (Damn)
I was always in front never last place (Uh)
Automatic I should let the mag spray (Yeah)
Make appearance and preach on your last day (Facts)
Got some beef I can handle the bad way (Word)
All these haters they watching they mad fake (They mad fake)
Look at the time on the clock
Hop on the beat, and it bop
Eight o eight making a drop
I'm giving pipe to the W.A.P
Then I go take it to shop
I rock a fit in the Crocs
My bitches ship in a box
Stacking the bands to the top
Bitch I came in the game like I'm Lonzo, ball in my hand with the pack in the fronto
That's your girl well she suck and she swallow, she hit me up said she see me tomorrow
Had to hop on your girl like a Kangaroo, I said I got it I'll show you a thing or two
We was going for hours, she climbing my tower I said hold up girl you gone shake the Room
Hit the plug for the gas everyday, just to get in my mode yeah a nigga be zoned out
Got some Henny poured up in my cup, cause I don't give a fuck well I'm guessing you Know now
Had her legs wrapped around me, while I was up in it she telling me papi don't slow Down
But when I see her out up in public, she know she don't know me lil hoe you can't come Around
When I talk better not hear a fucking sound (Nah)
Got a drum and it hold to a hundred rounds
Don't be fake when I pop and I come around
Bitches dumber, and dumber, and dumber now
Lil thottie gone fuck me another round (Ya)
I'm a king and I don't even need a crown (Nah)
You was not in the field with the beater out (Nah)
I was up on the stoop with the heater out (Uhuh)
Look at the time on the clock
Hop on the beat, and it bop
Eight o eight making a drop
I'm giving pipe to the W.A.P
Then I go take it to shop
I rock a fit in the Crocs
My bitches ship in a box
Stacking the bands to the top

Written by:
David Trent

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