Waste No Time

[Chorus]
They say time equals money
That means money equals time
Now it's time I get some money
But I’ll still be on my grind
I seen a lot of thotties
Some is nickels some is dimes
You can pull up on my block
But shawty please don't waste my time

I can't post up with no hater
I ain’t fucking with no faker
They really tryna stop me
Cause I'm balling like the Lakers
Got an A in mathematics
Now I'm counting all my paper
Baguettes around my neck
You would've thought I was a baker

[VERSE]
I'm running with the gang
You see me working on my grind
Chase the paper and the pesos
Cause the money's on my mind
Now I'm looking like Usain
The way I leave you all behind
I ain't talking Nick at night
But you get sauces up by my slimes
The haters keep on laughing
But to me this shit not funny
I’m all about my money
These hoes tryna take it from me
Balenciaga’s on my feet
Diamonds sunny I can't see
Count my money run a bag up
Then I spend it on jewelry
I got money in my pockets
But I’m still gon eat for free
All this ice around my neck
There ain't a bitch too hot for me
Saucin' on these haters, huh
They ain't got no paper, huh
Pull up with the gang
And we got AK’s with the lasers
Too much talking
Y'all do too much talking
Get to walking
Or end up in a coffin
Baguettes they coughing
Sick of what they costing
Big bags I'm dropping
And yeah I'm dropping often

[Chorus]
They say time equals money
That means money equals time
Now it's time I get some money
But I'll still be on my grind
I seen a lot of thotties
Some is nickels some is dimes
You can pull up on my block
But shawty please don't waste my time

I can't post up with no hater
I ain't fucking with no faker
They really tryna stop me
Cause I'm balling like the Lakers
Got an A in mathematics
Now I'm counting all my paper
Baguettes around my neck
You would've thought I was a baker

[VERSE]
Too much time on hand
Tryna run up all these bands
Got my shawty with me
I don't think you understand
So I stay flexed up
Pour some liquor in my cup
Now I'm getting to this money
Don't you get it fucked up
These bitches running circles
Overlap them jump the hurdles
You can't be in my circle
Popping off just like a kernel, hey
Toss up alley opp
Bad bitches in my coupe
Roll the windows down
So they all know what it do
Michael Jordan 23
Keep these bands on me
Bitches wanna know me
Keep that shit OG, yeah
Flip flip flip keep a fully load clip
Karate chop kick get the haters off my dick
Flip flip flip keep a fully load clip
Karate chop kick get the haters off my dick, hey
Get the haters off my dick, hey