"LTC (Long Time Comin)" lyrics
It's been a long time comin yea gettin to this money uhh
I done been hot in the winter
I done been cold in the summer
I been stackin money yes I gotta keep it comin yea
I was hot all last winter
Imma be cold this summer
I can put that on my momma my granny
And I can put that on my daddy my papi
Put me up front bitch I'm workin my magic
Ian fallin off cause I'm makin shit happen
And now I gotta take this shit serious so I'm sittin up
I just put the fam on my back I done lift them up
Had to drop a couple of my day ones I don't give a fuck
Can't let shit get in my way ian givin up
Runnin the money runnin the bag
I'm keepin it comin I'm not lookin back
I seen my old brother switched up for a sack
Ian even trippin I'm chillin relaxed
I talk it I live it still add to the facts
In the M how I'm livin still runnin them packs
You can't look me in my eyes you ain't facin the fact
You left me the first time it ain't no comin back
So fuck ya
Yea Yea that's hard love
I need somebody give my heart a hug
Can't believe nobody Ian givin no trust
Black Russian with the wood nigga fill it up with musty
Love KD that's my blood my brother
Love that boy to death on God
If you ever try to even step up to my boys
Hit ya with a right and a left Ong
Easin the pain
I'm easin it mmm
Rollin pressure cause this shit be stuck in my head
I'm tryna smash why she teasin me yea
I catch a quickie that trustin is dead
Back then had the pack used to get to the bread
If The cops ever pull up you know that we fled
I ain't got no heart I'm still fixin the pieces
Copped the whip off the lot I'm not doin no leasin
Nigga came out the jungle he came out it breasted
If You ain't with the gang then we just finna eat ya
Gettin to the money
And gettin to them Benjamins
Gettin to them digits gettin to them digits
Bad bitch fine as fuck and she talkin explicit I'm takin her through there this shit gettin wicked
I like what I like Ian tryna be picky
Bougie dick I'm so picky with my bitches
1 2 3 4 that's a couple racks let me add a couple mo
5 6 7 8
Woke up to them racks nigga woke up feeling great
If you really gettin cash you ain't got time to hate on me
If you really ain't mad why you got some to say to me
Can't even trip God show me a way
Had to get off my ass and go make me play
Back I didn't have a place ain't have no where to stay
Wouldn't nobody fuck with me wouldn't lookin my way
But I bounced back on em went and racked up on em
Put a stack right on em cause the cash I'm on it
Why hate on me when u see what I come from
You see how I bossed up don't even act dumb
You switched up on me I thought I was my back bone
Rackin it rackin it stackin it up and I'm stackin it stackin it rackin it
Wooo
Rackin it rackin it rackin it stackin it rackin it stackin it stackin it
Wooo
Rackin a rackin a bag up bag up rackin it
Woo
Rackin a rackin a bag up bag up rackin it
Woo
Woo
I done been hot in the winter
I done been cold in the summer
I been stackin money yes I gotta keep it comin yea
I was hot all last winter
Imma be cold this summer
I can put that on my momma my granny
And I can put that on my daddy my papi
Put me up front bitch I'm workin my magic
Ian fallin off cause I'm makin shit happen
And now I gotta take this shit serious so I'm sittin up
I just put the fam on my back I done lift them up
Had to drop a couple of my day ones I don't give a fuck
Can't let shit get in my way ian givin up
Runnin the money runnin the bag
I'm keepin it comin I'm not lookin back
I seen my old brother switched up for a sack
Ian even trippin I'm chillin relaxed
I talk it I live it still add to the facts
In the M how I'm livin still runnin them packs
You can't look me in my eyes you ain't facin the fact
You left me the first time it ain't no comin back
So fuck ya
Yea Yea that's hard love
I need somebody give my heart a hug
Can't believe nobody Ian givin no trust
Black Russian with the wood nigga fill it up with musty
Love KD that's my blood my brother
Love that boy to death on God
If you ever try to even step up to my boys
Hit ya with a right and a left Ong
Easin the pain
I'm easin it mmm
Rollin pressure cause this shit be stuck in my head
I'm tryna smash why she teasin me yea
I catch a quickie that trustin is dead
Back then had the pack used to get to the bread
If The cops ever pull up you know that we fled
I ain't got no heart I'm still fixin the pieces
Copped the whip off the lot I'm not doin no leasin
Nigga came out the jungle he came out it breasted
If You ain't with the gang then we just finna eat ya
Gettin to the money
And gettin to them Benjamins
Gettin to them digits gettin to them digits
Bad bitch fine as fuck and she talkin explicit I'm takin her through there this shit gettin wicked
I like what I like Ian tryna be picky
Bougie dick I'm so picky with my bitches
1 2 3 4 that's a couple racks let me add a couple mo
5 6 7 8
Woke up to them racks nigga woke up feeling great
If you really gettin cash you ain't got time to hate on me
If you really ain't mad why you got some to say to me
Can't even trip God show me a way
Had to get off my ass and go make me play
Back I didn't have a place ain't have no where to stay
Wouldn't nobody fuck with me wouldn't lookin my way
But I bounced back on em went and racked up on em
Put a stack right on em cause the cash I'm on it
Why hate on me when u see what I come from
You see how I bossed up don't even act dumb
You switched up on me I thought I was my back bone
Rackin it rackin it stackin it up and I'm stackin it stackin it rackin it
Wooo
Rackin it rackin it rackin it stackin it rackin it stackin it stackin it
Wooo
Rackin a rackin a bag up bag up rackin it
Woo
Rackin a rackin a bag up bag up rackin it
Woo
Woo
