Dave East - No Time lyrics
rate me[Hook] x 3
I got no time for fake ones
Just sip some kush down with these young ones
From east to west coast, spread love son
While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds
Back where full of hand, she’s out the back seat
Educated but man street
I’m where the cash be
Niggas is athletes, I stretch before I pull up
Pull up, drop stood up,
Bitches like get at war though
Never get my hood up
All black, we gun talk,
Foreign bitch from 1 oak, in the crib giving dumb folk
Jump rope, hop over niggas parting the arrogance
Forgetting to dribble, the only time you be travelling
All we get the money, you dummies move smarter
East side hustler, the 9 is the new carters
I knew a few fathers that struggle to move farther
Further faking the fuck, you fuckers are fall often
Often we talk cautious, work we talk fork lifts
18 bullets connects to the cross borders
Long order watches, coppin expensive watches
Watching, cops plotting, I’m anxious
They guap blockin, I’m rockin
[Hook] x 2
I got no time for fake ones
Just sip some kush down with these young ones
From east to west coast, spread love son
While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds
Right back at you, nigga I’m not a rapper
I be with the goons, all I know y’all better give me room
This mac 11 send you to the moon
Just cause I’m in the mood
I’m sippin on coladas with a chick that talks proper
Told me she was a scholar going to school to be a doctor
Her mother was a nurse but her father was a lawyer
And I was dealing drugs, still fuckin with they daughter
Like to see herself give head so I record her
Went to high school of florida, but her parents live in Georgia
Fuck her with my tims on she love the new York shit
Country ass accent I love when she talk shit
Her uncle had peas and the peas where you live at
I was getting cheese ducking d’s tryina get back
Rode through a couple I was right back in no time
My down south slide got me clickin, now it’s showtime
[Hook] x 2
I got no time for fake ones
Just sip some kush down with these young ones
From east to west coast, spread love son
While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds.
