Lil Wayne – Ain't Got Time Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolling stocky, kinda brocky
On the streets where niggas watch me
If you plotting I'mma prol'ly get to pop an extra noggin
I'm a Hollygrove problem, like "Follow me yeah
Come and be my death volunteer."
That's why I'm here
I come to get that scratch
I done been to jail twice
And tell them crackers I ain't never going back, huh?
Rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh?
Gave me a shot and I sent several of 'em back, huh?
Gave me some money, they won't ever get it back now
One million, two million, three million: I'm stacked now
No more crack now, it's in the back for now
Just in case she crack down
I never back down
Shit bitch, I might react now
But, four million, five million, six million: I'm that now
Where you at clown?
I'm high in the sky
You at ground, so set down you bitch you
[Hook]
Money on my mind
Pistol on my side
I make a nigga hide that pride
I ain't got time for you bitches
I'm trying get these riches
Real niggas know that vision
I ain't time for you haters
I'm trying get this paper
Real ladies know that labor
I ain't got time for you snitches
I'm trying get them riches
Real niggas know that vision
[Verse 2]
You motherfuckers know what I'm out here doing
And you ain't gotta buy it, if you not into it
Dope block influenced:
Blue pale light, scream
I'm on that same ass block
Letting the bell ring
Looking for the boy
The one in the back
I could get your stomach out of your back
I could make you shit better
This better, than what them selling
They need drugs no penicillin
And I'm the medicine man
Yes I am him
Yup, yup. Hip, hip, hoo-ray
20 hard came today
And two large was the pay
And the coast guard said it was okay
Bring them boys to the bay
And my bitch looks like a DeBarge so I call her bait
She put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case
If she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate
I got her social and her birthdate, bitch please!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler
Stripper attitude, only money make me move
Dapper dan status, I'm the Stunner part two
I got an image to uphold, and my image do too
I'm off the scrimmage line like Emmitt 2-2
Why would the quarter back give it to you?
I gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women: French twist
And we don't even talk, we just French kiss
I could never get pinched
I'm rocking like a big pimp, momma only dated hustlers
So I could only commend them
And never roll with a dummy on your hip
Have the judge giving you a run-on sentence
Never that. I keep the gun on, for that business
And when I'm not, I'm at business
See that's that, mad business, peep the simplistics:
It's Cash Money nigga, just live it
Rolling stocky, kinda brocky
On the streets where niggas watch me
If you plotting I'mma prol'ly get to pop an extra noggin
I'm a Hollygrove problem, like "Follow me yeah
Come and be my death volunteer."
That's why I'm here
I come to get that scratch
I done been to jail twice
And tell them crackers I ain't never going back, huh?
Rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh?
Gave me a shot and I sent several of 'em back, huh?
Gave me some money, they won't ever get it back now
One million, two million, three million: I'm stacked now
No more crack now, it's in the back for now
Just in case she crack down
I never back down
Shit bitch, I might react now
But, four million, five million, six million: I'm that now
Where you at clown?
I'm high in the sky
You at ground, so set down you bitch you
[Hook]
Money on my mind
Pistol on my side
I make a nigga hide that pride
I ain't got time for you bitches
I'm trying get these riches
Real niggas know that vision
I ain't time for you haters
I'm trying get this paper
Real ladies know that labor
I ain't got time for you snitches
I'm trying get them riches
Real niggas know that vision
[Verse 2]
You motherfuckers know what I'm out here doing
And you ain't gotta buy it, if you not into it
Dope block influenced:
Blue pale light, scream
I'm on that same ass block
Letting the bell ring
Looking for the boy
The one in the back
I could get your stomach out of your back
I could make you shit better
This better, than what them selling
They need drugs no penicillin
And I'm the medicine man
Yes I am him
Yup, yup. Hip, hip, hoo-ray
20 hard came today
And two large was the pay
And the coast guard said it was okay
Bring them boys to the bay
And my bitch looks like a DeBarge so I call her bait
She put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case
If she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate
I got her social and her birthdate, bitch please!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler
Stripper attitude, only money make me move
Dapper dan status, I'm the Stunner part two
I got an image to uphold, and my image do too
I'm off the scrimmage line like Emmitt 2-2
Why would the quarter back give it to you?
I gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women: French twist
And we don't even talk, we just French kiss
I could never get pinched
I'm rocking like a big pimp, momma only dated hustlers
So I could only commend them
And never roll with a dummy on your hip
Have the judge giving you a run-on sentence
Never that. I keep the gun on, for that business
And when I'm not, I'm at business
See that's that, mad business, peep the simplistics:
It's Cash Money nigga, just live it
