I ain't got time for you, no
I ain't got time for you, no
I ain't got time for you, no
I ain't got time for you, no
Sick and tired while I'm sitting inside
I'm up in the studio trying to feel the vibe
I got writer's block, and now I can't decide
What verse should I use?
Besides, I got a hunred - thousand - verses
Locked all away in case since 2k9
I got tracks I produced I ain't use in 05 but yeah, on the real, I could use a line
I've been flying across the whole world with 4-12
Riding with ya boy, no sleep, but oh well
The Merchandise is sold out I'm set yeah
Take a frank from the bank and let's bail
How much you wanna spend or take out?
Let's tour the whole city turning the whole place out
Simply Lemonade bringing the whole case out
Forget what happened or how late we stayed out
Hard work and no play is played out
Space and time off is hard to find
Don't call the cell phone or email me
I'll hit you back in my best time
Wait
I got bills to pay
It's the first of the month and that's rent time
I got an album due, got debt to pay off
I might as well catch y'all next time
It's been a long, long week and my jobs got me beat
Maybe we can go and party tonight
I know my gas on E and my wallet ain't speaking
But my homies say they got me tonight
So turn them speakers up loud and put them hands up high
We gone party like we'll never see the end of the night
If you're trying to talk, listen baby, I got time
Cause I'm trying to take this party to the street
I ain't got time for ya nah!
I ain't got time for ya nah!
I ain't got time for ya nah!
Cause I'm trying to take this party to the street
7 days, one week, It's time for me to clock out (Sheesh)
I'm faded up with my jays on, my outfit is on point (Fleek)
I'm riding round with my dawgs trippin'
Loose collar, we gone (Please)
Turn the music back up, I ain't tryna hear you talk so be quiet (Sheesh)
Snap chat on my Instagram
Hit my line when y'all hit the scene
12 dollars in my bank account
Eating French fries with my chicken wings
Got lemon pepper, got BBQ, I got honey gold, man I'm lit for days
Mess around with that 100 pack of that sauce drippin' eating Chic-Fil-A
And I'm Gucci! Guwop!
It's been a long, long week and my jobs got me beat
Maybe we can go and party tonight
I know my gas on E and my wallet ain't speaking
But my homies say they got me tonight
So turn them speakers up loud and put them hands up high
We gone party like we'll never see the end of the night
If you're trying to talk, listen baby, I got time
Cause I'm trying to take this party to the street
I ain't got time for ya nah!
I ain't got time for ya nah!
I ain't got time for ya nah!
Cause I'm trying to take this party to the street
If you on that, ain't got time, ain't got time for you x30