Lyrics:
Time is money, Money is power, Honey and sour
Look, Ash-Ton Kusha put one in the air every hr
Fuck 20s and dimes
My money is time and time is my
why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing
honey on 'em, and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we be sippin'
Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor
I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert
I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha
why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
shopping!
Take money money, go shopping!
No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall
We'll be doin it, "at the mall"
Most times I'm casual, but easily
no money no love
But I bet her dad is damn broke
So why she con dey form Porche
She got me hustling cos I gotta cope
Hmm, she used to call me honey
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
money
Oh yea bitch I'm making money
I ain't thinking bout you honey
I ain't thinking bout you honey
Had me lost up in assumptions
Had me lost up in
These haters get found floatin in the ocean for no fee
Your bitch she choose me, you mad she choose me
I'm glad she chose me, she gave me her do' key
and lobster honeys, downtown shoppin' honeys
Stayin' on the grind, gotcha own car and crib honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies,
ain't no money", said the kid
"A goateed image in Turkish stone?"
"Nevertheless there ain't no money"
"Oh God", said the kid, "What am I going to do with
She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money
Where ever I go it's all the same
Do the pussy have a name yeah but it might change (da,
sound, honey, honey
Doin this ain't all about money, money
I know you like the way I sound, right, right
[Chorus: Repeat x4]
As I enter the room I
It's money, honey, that's no mistake
Keep Filas on my feet, big mack on play
Gold on my fist, my pocket's getting fat
"Why?" - it's like that, it's in my
honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies, takin no shit from a nigga that's full of shit honeys
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame & your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I
to provoke her by givin'
Money and jewelry and accessories
Instead of the recipe of a legacy of takin'
Her to another place when I get it hold up
Twista be
'm enough for you honey
I never wanna let you down
You're too good to be true
Ain't nothing better than you
There's no comparing, girl you're one of a kind
on a daily o
Sister no fit fuck with any brother wey dey hungry o
She say don't play with my money o
If I give you chop, make you no talk my p for radio
She no
just spend it like it's nothin'
Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'
I got so much
I got so much money I think I
buss down house, shout PT (Shout him)
No block I'm repping, bag when I'm stepping, tryna get the rest in (Ayye)
Young boy active, loves to clap, tryna
on the milk and the honey
I'm 'bout to piss in a pot, what I'm cooking up nasty (yeah)
Look at the money, it's heavy like ACME (oh)
She ate my ass and you
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