It's Time

[Pre-Verse] I said I do it for a passion but them bills keep pilin' in Mr. Gates, Mr. Trump stash house is what I'm tryna spend So when I get it I'mma stack it, I'mma spend it, I'mma stack it again When them money hungry hoes chasin', I'mma alley oop to my friends [Verse 1] Twenties, fifties and hundreds, been fiendin' since momma stomach Seen Daddy pushin' them Caddy's and Jetta's that's what I wanted Dabbled in the coke game, sheep coats and rope chains Watched him bag it up with no shame, I'm bout to blow, mane Propane, I keep my head in the clouds I fuck her on the counter then I get some head in the shower All your bitches, all my bitches say I'm cute, no stylist Pussy low mileage, the coupe low mileage [Hook Pt.1] x4 It's time to get to the money now Time to get to the money now [Hook Pt.2] I done been many places, seen many faces And they all gettin' to it where I go Dollar accumulation, No procrastination Want me to go harder? Here I go Queens nigga, What's up? [Pre-Verse] I said I do it for a passion but them bills keep pilin' in Mr. Combs, Mr. Carter stash house is what I'm tryna spend So when I get it I'mma stack it, I'mma spend it, I'mma stack it again When them money hungry hoes chasin', I'mma alley oop to my friends [Verse 2] Twenties, fifties and hundreds, been fiendin' since momma stomach Seen Daddy placin' that jewelry in that safe, that's what I wanted Got demons deep inside that fuckin' raise whenever confronted Ain't no sense in lyin' homie, got people relyin' on me I keep my head in the clouds Fillin' out deposit slips and then I head to the counter Flirt with the teller, please's and thank you's, show her my manners Locked up in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta Lets go [Hook Pt.1] x4 [Hook Pt.2] [Pre-Verse] I said I do it for a passion but them bills keep pilin' in Mr. Young, Mr. Mathers stash house is what I'm tryna spend So when I get it I'mma stack it, I'mma spend it, I'mma stack it again When them money hungry hoes chasin', I'mma alley oop to my friends [Verse 3] Twenties, fifties and hundreds, been fiendin' since momma stomach Seen Daddy once year so a Daddy is what I wanted A young nigga grown and only focused on the money While these dummies chasin' pussy and I'm lookin' at 'em funny I keep my head in the clouds First Class trips, before I eat, they hand me a towel Double shot a Hennessy before I land in your town Got a couple goals to achieve and I'm pannin' 'em out [Hook Pt.1] x4 [Hook Pt.2]