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Intro)

Ain’t got no time to be wifeing no bitch

Pull out the spot you know we lit

Me and my gang you know we rich

I’m just tryna make an ( intro) to my song sing along , you and your mum ‘ Payne dough!’

Chorus)

Ain’t got no time to be talking to snitches

Ain’t got no time to be texting no bitch

Ain’t got no time to be making enemies

Ain’t got no time to be making no friends

Popping my molly ion know how to talk

So stop telling me shit when I’m fucking your bitch

Swear to God I can go without you bitches

Swear to God I don’t know how I be thinking

1st verse)

Where are the opp

Where are the mob

We pulling up

Blowing your head off

Capping a lot

Spending a lot

Some **** really don’t know how to spend it

Swear to allah, hit him with the fucking uppercut

Gassing up making it look like a gee

I’m making hits i don’t tryna make hits

Blood on my shoes and I went hit a lick

Pull out the spot with my **** you bitch

Doing this shit for life I’m a Gee

Look in the mirror you look like a bitch

I don’t know why these people think I’m rich

Yeah cause I make it rain on a daily

Flying you know I’m a lit ****

Racks so long I’m a rich ****

Chorus)

Ain’t got no time to be talking to snitches

Ain’t got no time to be texting no bitch

Ain’t got no time to be making enemies

Ain’t got no time to be making no friends

Popping my molly ion know how to talk

So stop telling me shit when I’m fucking your bitch

Swear to God I can go without you bitches

Swear to God I don’t know how I be thinking

2nd verse)

Shit yeah I dig, ain’t gotta snitch

I ain’t got no time to say that I ain’t got no Michael kors

I ain’t got no time to fake it amma say it in your front

Spending lots of money you can check it in my coupon

I was broke but now I run it up yeah I’m back on

I just pray to God that bad things change to good I don’t want no bad things to spoil my mood

I just got high off an edible , ain’t no body tryna come my way or tryna stop me tho

Ask ulcar that shit tryna kill me tho

But I say no you cannot kill me unless I kill you tho

Bussing in my jeans and you know I got the hublot

Look into my eyes you gonna see the money sitting there

And I don’t even wanna go to no fucking cinema

And I be up with my gang you bitch!

Chorus)

Ain’t got no time to be talking to snitches

Ain’t got no time to be texting no bitch

Ain’t got no time to be making enemies

Ain’t got no time to be making no friends

Popping my molly ion know how to talk

So stop telling me shit when I’m fucking your bitch

Swear to God I can go without you bitches

Swear to God I don’t know how I be thinking

Hook)

Where are the opp

Where are the mob

We pulling up

Blowing your head off

Capping a lot

Spending a lot

Some **** really don’t know how to spend it

Swear to allah, hit him with the fucking uppercut

Gassing up making it look like a gee

I’m making hits i don’t tryna make hits

Blood on my shoes and I went hit a lick

Outro)

Ain’t got no time to be wifeing no bitch

Pull out the spot you know we lit

Me and my gang you know we rich

I’m just tryna make an (outro) to my song sing along , you and your mum ‘ Payne dough!’