Time Is Money

[Intro]
Money bags
(MikeMadeThe808s)
I'm way up
Like thirty floors up

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them niggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it

[Verse 1]
Live a little in thе streets 'cause niggas die a lot
I ain't with the back and forth 'causе I'll beat your block
Pocket watchin', wonder why these niggas think I'm rich
Thought I was been fallin' off, but I'm still lit
And I can show you everything I was grinding for
Young niggas with them bands tryna up the score
Tell a nigga that it's up, but it's on the floor
Before this pandemic, niggas never seen a loaf
And I was tryna mind my business, but they tried to kill me
But you know we doubled back, that shit was minor
Heard that nigga killed his own mans, he ain't no slider
If I ain't up a mil' by this year, I'ma retire

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them niggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it

[Verse 2]
I really leveled up, you can check my videos
Get back, I gave that bitch, she gave me ten back
And I can't post up every day, already lived that
Don't wanna ruin your fun, but we done did that
A hundred bands ain't shit, I blew it in a month
Niggas postin' every move up on IG, clown
Had they turn, pass the ball 'cause you know we got now
Niggas see us at the top, but we started from the ground
I'm on the road, I ducked off like the state troopers
My old shooter got rich, I need a new shooter
And tell a bitch to shut up and get her bands up
If you bein' real, in a year, I sent a Lam' truck

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them niggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it