Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Turner
Songwriter
Tramell Arnold
Songwriter
Track Pros
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, it's that, it's that Woodward Ave right here, you know when you feeling good
Time Is Money baby, got ya shit clean, you know, Aye TEA man let's do what we do bro
Got my mind on them profits, losing not a option, that's my daily mantra, long as I'm awake and conscious
It ain't no stress over here, my **** keep them problems, good vibes only, that'll be my only karma
Never follow trends, created every lane I'm in, Henny Privy in my red cup, got me low and chill
I'm on that next level, meditating by the water, watch my next level up, crib off the water
A different mindset, got views from the top floor, homegrown in my raw cone, she watch me blow my smoke
I visioned this way back, and it came to fruition, a few streams of income, now watch me do my business
Changed my way of thinking, and then the paper came, always kept the circle small, I never hang with lames
It's still Time Is Money baby, you can keep the fame, it's still Time Is Money ****, you can keep the change
Another summer ****, still bending corners, doing what we do, red cup full of that good shit, raw cones
Crack that window, catch a breeze
Sunroof open **** smoking, sipping potent and doing donuts, making moves, making music, making movies, Making money
Muscle car reflection off the building as I'm riding, I be flying, if I'm not up in the city, then I'm on an island
Haters spying, pocket watching, trying to see the car we driving, trying to catch the time that I was lying
But I doubt they'll find it, y'all just busy and not productive, and so I doubt you're grinding
When you talented as me and got the light, it's hard to hide, I'm dropping science, catching math, doing Numbers on ****
They wanna know how long I last, I say as long as all this cash, the shit I say, I make them mad, you in the House, I'm in the bag
Just because a **** old, they jealous, you don't know they have, I'm clean as baths and writing raps, my fitted Tell you where I'm at
I write, stack money, make beats, I wear a lot of hats, talk is free, I'm hearing trash, catch me out on Woodward Ave
Talk is cheap, no talk is free, catch me out on Woodward Ave, on a different type of time, on them summertime Vibes
Catch me on Woodward, I'm ridin', just a little after midnight, right before I make my next move
Catch me on Woodward, I'm ridin', cigar, smoke weed, smoke whatever, catch me on Woodward, I'm ridin'
I still ain't took a L ****, catch me on Woodward, I'm ridin'
Written by: Gerald Turner, Track Pros, Tramell Arnold

