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Time
Hip-Hop/Rap
Time was released on February 6, 2026 by Nvti. as a part of the album #800808
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Album#800808
Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelNvti.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nvti.
Nvti.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyresius Cross
Tyresius Cross
Songwriter
Darius Binns
Darius Binns
Songwriter
William Keith Moore
William Keith Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kj100
Kj100
Producer

Lyrics

This motherfucker hard KJ
I'm on a tight schedule, baby, I can't waste no time
24-7, 365, I'm on the grind Every time that I pop out, I put it all on
the line Don't fuck with these ****, no, these ****
is not my kind I fuck with you, baby, because you hold a **** down
Ask around man, they know we them **** who run the town
Money on my mind like I'm Lil Wayne yeah, hunnid mill, twenty cars, only for the gang
Hunnid years, dead and gone, who gon' know your name
Young Koopa go crazy We got what you need, come get a cheap vacation
Chasin' that cheddar, I gotta get it on the daily
You know that I'm all about my cash money, baby, no playin
I swear I do it for the Binns no Mercedes Me and Nvti sliding AMGs with your lady
Picture that just put a Binns in a Mercedes
They won't really get it if you do congratulations
Do this shit so well I need a standing ovation
I can't believe this bitch really tried to play me
Now anytime that she wanna fuck she gotta pay me
I thought I told you that Young Koopa go crazy
And that petty shit you doing don't phase me
Dick em down and having looking in amazement
I got three hoes saying they wanna have my baby
But I ain't real had no time for it lately
I'm on a tight schedule, baby, I can't waste no time
24-7, 365, I'm on the grind Every time that I pop out, I put it all on
the line Don't fuck with these ****, no, these ****
is not my kind I fuck with you, baby, because you hold a **** down
Ask around man, they know we them ****
who run the town
Money on my mind like I'm Lil Wayne yeah, hunnid mill, twenty cars, only for the gang
Hunnid years, dead and gone, who gon' know your name
These hoe ass **** ain't tahm bout nun I'm tryna walk em down
Ignore opinions pull up stunting I'm like who talking now
Shhh We got the dub on hush
In motion probably fuck with us
Was down and out I got up off my ass numbers doubled up
Okay, **** sleep I don't see how until I'm rich I'm wide awake
**** bitches how you switch up on yo man when he got saved
That's a lotta hate been down with me you up when I get I paid
Love for you go from the cradle to the grave Yeah
They like We don't see too you much Nvti tell us where you been
Working On never have to work a nine to five again
Hurting Reminded of my purpose it had my pockets thin
Swerving I'm Back and forth to Athens was tryna find a win
Searching For my soul off in the A
Its bout that time again
Lurking i wish a **** would play I'll make it time to spin
Hol on
Cut some people and told em roll on
Heart the coldest middle of the summer put a coat on
I'm on a tight schedule, baby, I can't waste no time
24-7, 365, I'm on the grind Every time that I pop out, I put it all on
The line Don't fuck with these ****, no, these ****
Is not my kind I fuck with you, baby, because you hold a **** down
Ask around man, they know we them **** who run the town
Money on my mind like I'm Lil Wayne yeah, hunnid mill, twenty cars, only for the gang
Hunnid years, dead and gone, who gon' know your name
Written by: Darius Binns, Tyresius Cross, William Keith Moore
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