No Time - Action Bronson

No time for struggle cause we shining today, today

Look out the window see me flying away, away

It’s a proven fact money make the world go round

And a couple sweet words’ll make your girl go down

On the whole team cause you weren’t taking care of business

See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh

When I step up in the party, yes I’m letting my nuts hang

Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang

From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing

Peace to blood stains, Beamer custame

On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)

The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch

Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch

Tell her that I need my slippers fetched

I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey

Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me

Do a split on my dick

If I’m sick she’ll even clean me if I shit in my pants

So I’m taking her to France with me

Doing math like an Asian student

I’ve been a truant, three language fluent

Blueish on the Buick

Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby

Her body smoking like a dooby

The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter

Gold or brown

If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?

Probably no one

They like it when you hot, when you not

They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop

Gold watch, like I just retired

No socks in the loafer cause it’s tacky

At least I’m not up in Pataki’s

You catch me higher than a Shaq knee

See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger

The bundle bringer, guns are subtle

Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle

I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle

Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo