Gucci Mane - Time Flies By

Zee
Drip
Money
Gucci
Zay
Evil Genius
Yeah
(Zaytoven)

Time flies by when you really gettin' money (money)
Nigga tryna keep up with me, really gettin' funny (catch up)
Ex-con, drug don, certified junkie (yeah)
Was a corner boy until I bought the whole company (Wop)
Flow so hot, made me put the bomb up (hot, hot, hot)
'Rari so fast, 12 stuck his thumb up
Broke bitch see me, probably thinkin' come up (yeah)
Racks on a platter, watch them bitches go up (up)

Penthouse, top floor, kingpin status
Igloo, Eskimo, iceberg lettuce
Niggas not sellin' so they gettin' more petty
But I'm countin' up a milli' while my neck gettin' tatted (Wop)
Every broke bitch got a rich man fetish
Money ain't shit, let a broke trick tell it (true)
If the green right, then Gucci might chef it
Whale shark, white meat, rich man sell it
Ridin' in a Lamb' with a big ol' motor
Keep a young nigga with a big ol' poker
See your nigga, I don't see these jokers
Keep a thick hoe with deep ol' throater
Deep ol' pockets, I can Deeebo the block
Her eyeballs locked on that million dollar watch
Foot on they neck all motharfuckin' winter(brrr)
Feelin' like Obama when I'm jumpin' out the Sprinter (Wop)

Time flies by when you really gettin' money (money)
Nigga tryna keep up with me, really gettin' funny (catch up)
Ex-con, drug don, certified junkie (lean)
Was a corner boy until I bought the whole company (Damn)
Flow so hot, made me put the bomb up (hot, hot, hot)
'Rari so fast, 12 stuck his thumb up (fuck 'em)
Broke bitch see me, probably thinkin' come up (yeah)
Racks on a platter, watch them bitches go up (Wop)

Written by:
Xavier Dotson, Radric Davis

Publisher:
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group

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