time spent (feat. zac)

All that time I spent on you I know you definitely got some moments that you spent on me All that time I spent on you Could've definitely been better used I could've walked my dog I could've fed my fish I could've done it all If I ain't have you, bitch I'm feeling like K-Mart All closed up and abandoned I used to be so happy Girl what the fuck just happened All that time I spent on you Couple more days, now I can't move You told me those lies and I trust you You switched your side, fuck you, you lose Baby-girl Tell me what I can do Instead of what I can't do No I can't fuck with your friends Cuz they all been ran through When you text me I pull up Like I'm on demand too All that time Yeah, look The time spent on my bed Plenty of the lies said were my bad But listen It's two to play the game that I'm winning You Zero for Seven I'm open so my percentages Soaking up what you missing Foreign bitches inside of my whip I bet my life on my expenses and Send it right to my liver A quarter pipe by the lip Imported wine, my shorty finer than his So why the fuck you think I'm tryna spend my time with these women? Who kept inviting these rappers Who ain't got pussy in years I keep the tens on my dick While they attending the sides 20 inches on the rims, I spent the rest on my Genesis Steady finish on the blend, I hold a fridge on my neck Coast to coast from Chicago, back to my city Only rapping bout the funds like SebCa$hin and Fenddi Or Pat from the Burgh Pitching bout a sack for the millies My Richie Ashburn, as if I'm up to bat for the Philly's Pass to shoot around them The four points, the o's, the magnum cum laude What I'm saying in other words, my crew about it Click, click, yeah Shit, go remind them Ain't no timeouts when your time spent All that time I spent on you I know you definitely got some moments that you spent on me All that time I spent on you Could've definitely been better used Bought that bitch a Rollie Talk about lost time Bitch you don't even know me So why the fuck you be crying I'm staying real close Just in case you behind She always giving me head That's why she stay on my mind I stay balling like this You can never ball like this Left 30 thousand, my wrist Made 30 thousand more hits Now give me back my Rollie Cuz I'm tryna take time back' You know I'm kidding, with your fine ass She ain't playing with me She know I'm the highest in the room If I fuck your friend, bitch Tell me what you gonna do I feel like a criminal Only because I'm smooth Shoutout Michael Jackson Moon-walking on these hoes, ooh Time wasted, I could never take it back If I try to rewind time, then Ima still have these racks It's a fine line between your money and my money Bitch I'm prime-time, I could never wait for nothing