FTP2

[Hook]
Yeah, I got the money, the power
I got respect got the sour
I got the bread like a baker
I'm in the crib playing Sega
I don't go time for these haters
I got the money, the power
I got respect got the sour
I got the bread like a baker
I got my mind on my paper
I don't go time for no haters
I got the money, the power
I got respect got the sour
I got the bread like a baker
I got my mind on my paper
I don't got time

[Verse 1]
I don't got
I don't got time for no haters
You know this whip is the latest
Shit look like a space ship
I know I still haven't made it, but fuck it I feel like I made it
This shit is outrageous
I don't got time for the fakes
I don't got no time to waste
I'm just chasing this paper
Diamonds they jump out the face
Gorillas they jumping out cages
My niggas go ape shit
I just been getting impatient
Look at the game like it's all for the taking
Think to myself like how long is this taking
R.I.P money, my dog didn't make it
Really this shit is outrageous
Remember them nights out in Vegas fucking up drai's
After hours getting faded
After that I spent hours getting faded
Zoe locked for a homicide
I don't give a fuck still need my bread
I might have little mama slide
I ain't tryna fuck, just need some head
Pray to god I never see the feds
Pray to god I never see the reaper
Curry on my hip like a beeper
Wait a minute dog this shit get deeper
Why you always say you got it if you never got it when I need to get it dog
I ain't really tryna hear
You be talking 'bout it, you ain't really with it
Why you always say you got it if you never got it when I need to get it
I ain't really tryna hear
You be talking 'bout it, you ain't really with it

[Hook]