"TWOMUCHTIME" lyrics

"TWOMUCHTIME"

Got too much time
Let's go
Got too much time
Yup, yup (808 Demon on that motherfucker)
Let's go

Got too much time
Popped two Percs, feel way too alive (Yeah)
Yeah, she know I'm winnin', so she wanna ride (Let's go)
In the Benz with a thirty, you know it's gon' slide (Let's go)
Nigga, we made the wave, you just catchin' the tide
Finna pour up the four, I been savin' the five (Yup)
Nigga, you too pretend, I see through your disguise (Yup)
What the fuck is he yappin' 'bout? Nigga, you lied
Too much time, I got no time to die
Too much bread, I been whippin' them pies
Ayy, Pablo, go tell the boys I need ten more
Pay CashApp, nigga, they banned me on Venmo
It's too much guap, think I need money counters
Need a bad bitch, dress her up, be my accountant
Baby, you keep sayin' you love me, I doubt it
Strangle her neck with a choker around it
I just strike up the SRT, hit the curb on
Hit the doctor like, "Yo, when I'm pissin' it's purple
Had to slow down on the syrup 'cause it's hurtful
Put my wrist in the work and it move in a circle
I know it's 3 in the mornin', but bitch, brush your teeth, put my dick like it's toothpaste
Got too much time, but you niggas be too late
Too much money, got too much time
Got too much time, ain't no time to die
If time is money, got too much time
If time is money, got too much time
If time is money, got too much time
If there's too much time, I got not time to die
[?] you niggas a lot
Stop all the cappin', it's only deceiving yourself, I don't have to say why
It's just me and myself and I'm mixin' the pot
Damn, bae, molly got me geeked for three days
You probably sip Robitussin, we got the prescription from Rite Aid
Ayy, baby, yo, what's the move? I been tryna hit you up since Friday
Oh, I see that you expensive, we finna get you Chanel though
She don't want diamond rings, she want the diamond for her earlobe
Yeah, flew to Tahiti off mushrooms, ego just told me to heal though
I see you hatin' from way down there, nigga, try to just run up the hill though
He keep on talkin' about his achievements, I was just tryin' to chill though, ayy
Ayy, baby, why you keep talkin' like that? I was tryna be for real though
"Why you slurrin' your words?" 'Cause I'm off of a pill though
Redbone, bad bitch, I love to kill those
Shorty, she fine, but that's not her real nose
I don't care if it's fake or it's real, finna feel both
Why he act like he real, but he not in the field though?


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