Time

[Intro: LaBritney]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Hello? We need to talk
(Coach me, Joey)
I know you don't have a lot of money or whatever, but I really don't give a fuck about that
All I want is your time

[Verse 1: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
All she wanna do is spend some time with me (That's it)
But time is money, so I got her on the grind with me
I know you want the light and wanna shine with me (I love that shit)
She postin' pictures, caption sayin', "I got the don with me" (Joey)

[Verse 2: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
Real bitch, it get rough, she gon' ride for me
And she loyal, it ain't never 'bout no pride with me
If I ain't got it, she'll fuck around and slide fifty
We both winnin', now we slide around in 550s (Hey, hey)

[Verse 3: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Now we both can hit Neimans and just grab shit
I turned her from a have-not to a bad bitch (You did)
'Cause I gotta have you shittin' on my last bitch (I do)
Truth be told, it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have shit

[Verse 4: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
But let's be real, if not for you, I wouldn't have shit
You really came in the clutch when that bag ain't clear (You know I got you)
I'll take loyalty over a bad bitch (And I'm both)
I want a bitch who spoil me, I like to have shit

[Verse 5: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Huh, man, I really hate a mad bitch
I can't deal with that shit, not a tad bit (But you be on some bullshit)

[Verse 6: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
Always talkin' back, you got a lot of lip (You right)
You get in your feelings, then you get to breaking shit
Why you all on the 'Gram postin' ho shit? ('Cause you be on ho shit)

[Verse 7: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Keep it down, stay low-key, they don't know shit
Put my business in the street, get you choked quick
Neighbors call the cops, when they come, you don't know shit (Nigga, whatever)
Got a grip on you, ain't gon' lie, I love them hips on you (I know you do)
I love them lips on you, I really wanna put this dick on you (Is this just you?)
I ain't gon' trip on you, twenty-thousand-dollar kit on you (Ooh)
Tell them broke hoes sit down, you got a brick on you

[Verse 8: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
I'ma keep cashin' these broke hoes, they gon' keep guessin' (They ain't gotta know)
Is he smashin'? He just bought her ass a G-Wagen
Chanel bag, small one cost five thousand
Started with a camera, now a nigga own five houses
I'm big timin', bought you a Rollie, now you big timin' (Thank you)
You my bitch, you match my fly, you got the big diamonds (Exactly)
I told you from day one, can't shit stop us
You know your daddy, girl, but you call me Big Papa

[Outro: LaBritney]
Ooh
Ooh, papi