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Bill Time
Hip-Hop
Bill Time was released on January 5, 2024 by Other People Money Records VARA as a part of the album Bill Time - Single
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Release DateJanuary 5, 2024
LabelOther People Money Records VARA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fque Catchems
Fque Catchems
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myron Riggins
Myron Riggins
Songwriter
Rashad Bland
Rashad Bland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bud Da Plug
Bud Da Plug
Producer

Lyrics

Catchems Catchems
Yea, yea
Aye, aye
Aye I jumped up off the porch while yo idol still had the cold feet
AMG, wide body Benz, beat down the whole street
Careful with these bitches, they rob and work for the police
Out here on that fuck shit, I’m in the field with some roast beef
Plug in Oklahoma, he sent the young’n a hundred pack
Flipped a dub, turned to a 5 and put a hundred back
OG put that rock on my chest I felt like the running back
Tear up the block, I’m going hard like ya boy on a honey pack
**** make it complicated it’s just a home invasion
If it’s an altercation stick talk the conversation
I get the combination, bag up all the compensation
Now this abomination turned into a domination
Pull off the lot with a big whip like I’m Pootie Tang
These bitches throw their pussy around like it was a boomerang
My young’n pulling up to yo hood it turn to a shooting range
Reverse and draw 2 on a ****, turned to a uno game
We hop out on all that rah rah all my patnas set it off
**** said that money talk well all my pockets said it all
Yeen’ talkin bout that money I ain’t heard what you said at all
Playing with this house money fuck around and bet it all
If it ain’t bout “In God I Trust” it really ain’t important to me
I had to break just to get to that paper, it ain’t a fortune cookie
Give that boy a tray since he bad and playing the mean student
Get the play toss the rock around my back like I’m street hoopin’
Give them bitches something to see since they sack chasing
I just hopped up in my bag like I’m sack racing
I ain’t making it hard to read, im giving em small words
I heard death around the corner hope it make the wrong turn
When I fall off in that spot I be making them big mad
Draco clip full of dummies it’s like a special ed class
I caint take no days off, I gotta serve all this shit
Plus my middle man hittin, he got that 3rd party lit
Bud on the beat I’m telling ya he got the wave on them hoes
Presidential, suited up I had to wave on them hoes
All this gotdamn water on me im bout to bathe on them hoes
All these whips I got it’s like I got a slave on them hoes
Fuck the judge I’m falling off in court up in designer shit
I ain’t putting on no movie but I keep that fire stick
**** out here talking reckless boy I had to cut em up
Plus my pockets Professor Clumps and theirs on Buddy Love
We hop out on all that rah rah all my patnas set it off
**** said that money talk well all my pockets said it all
Yeen’ talkin bout that money I ain’t heard what you said at all
Playing with this house money fuck around and bet it all
Catchems Catchems
Written by: Myron Riggins, Rashad Bland
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