Young Lace - Ain’t Got Time lyrics

rate me

Ok, got stacks up in my pocket

Bad bitch gonna pay the cake

That money talk, niggas stop it

You crooked niggas, Imma make you straight

got ruberbands for my dirty money

Got paper wrapped in my clean shit

All in all for when it’s time to ball

I got one for my team bitch

I stay flexin, stay flexin

Bottle poppin and model life

I stay flexing, eight weapons

White Maserati, better take lessons

niggas know I get it how I

Live it niggas what it do

Bitches know I get it

Then I flip it niggas what it do

Came in the game no hand out

These broke niggas got they hands out

These hoe niggas took my mans out

These the same niggas rattin' on the stand now

And I keep a one hundred to the theft

Gonna get the way fed up on my chest

Me and my fam ain’t fucking with the rest

Talking that shit we can leave it in the dirt

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I got this Rollie on my wrist but I ain’t got time

I got this auto more shit but I ain’t got time

I may not have nothing to do but I ain’t got time

Bitch I would love to fuck you too but I ain’t got time

I’m weed rolling in VIP

Ace space my whole crew

We the hussle game like TIP

We eatin good, no whole foods

We step in the room like what?

Please don’t chill and my neck light up

Got a bad bitch and that bitch gon cut

come too close and my niggas gonna bust

Dipping the fan am I making a scene

Come from Atlanta now I’m in the D

who are these niggas that are hating on me?

Not cause they working on me

I’m out of Miami...

I’m in that Benz and I’m making a scene

Stay close to the alley

Bitches be falling in love with a nigger

Man I’m being honest

Saying my girl is in love with a nigger

Man that’s being modest

Rollie on a wrist but I ain’t got time

Rollie on a wrist

But a nigger ain’t got time

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I got this Rollie on my wrist but I ain’t got time

I got this auto more shit but I ain’t got time

I may not have nothing to do but I ain’t got time

Bitch I would love to fuck you too but I ain’t got time

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

I ain’t got time to think about shit but this paper

Thanks to X Man for correcting these lyrics