ITS TIME - Joe Money

Woah

Told em it’s time, move get out the way

Only gone tell em one time

Got pounds, got packs (Cha-ching)

We sturdy, I’m strapped

Don’t get hit with this Mac

Put your brains on your lap

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)

Big dog, no cat

I can never fall back

Said I do it for the trenches

I ain’t tryna go back (Cha-ching)

Hey, did too much wrong in my life

Praying I’m making it right

It be on sight

I do not beef on the net

Play then we taking yo life

We the demons out the cages

Need my niggas on stages

Fuck them labels think I’m rapping for?

I ain’t tryna go brazy

Security what?

Walking with who?

Man we strapped like the Navy

Now my life all crazy

Thots wanna have babies

Look at my wrist, look like it’s skiing n shit

Got flawless diamonds on this

I know they pissed

Young nigga came home and continue with the shit how I shit

We ain’t ever play by rules

We don’t trust a bitch they choosing

Haymaker got me all woozy

I do a dance with the toolie, yeah

Woah

Told em it’s time, move get out the way

Only gone tell em one time

Got pounds, got packs (Cha-Ching)

We sturdy, I’m strapped

Don’t get hit with this Mac

Put your brains on your lap

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)

Ain’t even with all the games, I’m tryna get me a dollar

I got Chanel on my feet, might do the Gucci or Prada

Big rocks on wrist, throw ice on my bitch

Put 30s in clips, fuck the fame get rich

Made a hunnid pack up in the crib, just off of taking a deal

I can teach birds fly shit

Fuck drip, this spill

This Coco on the feet, Mike Amiri on the jeans

Thirty pointers on the wrist, that young nigga clean

I told my mama we’d make it out

Why they talking what we live about

I get a check just to talk shit

If you broke, need to watch ya mouth

They still chasing the clout

We gone see what that’s bout

I ain’t really with the back and forth shit

I’ll punch you in your mouth

Woah

Told em it’s time, move get out the way

Only gone tell em one time

Got pounds, got packs (Cha-ching)

We sturdy, I’m strapped

Don’t get hit with this Mac

Put your brains on your lap

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)

Only gone tell em one time

Only gone tell em one time (Only one time)

I do not trust all these niggas

Under the pillow, the nine (Dirty the nine)