It's My Time - Young Dolph

I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind

nothing but money on my line

Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time

According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time

Now young nigga doin' gang signs

When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs

According to this, bitch it’s my time

It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time

Yeah bitch, it’s my time

Spent a brick on my left wrist

And all that smoking, staying high times

Fucked your bitch without trying

Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now

Hold up, hold up

Found this A-plus

Now, let’s get back to this shit

It’s Dolph

I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind

nothing but money on my line

Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time

According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time

Now young nigga doin' gang signs

When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs

According to this, bitch it’s my time

It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time

Yeah bitch, it’s my time

Spent a brick on my left wrist

And all that smoking, staying high times

Eyes red

Fucked your bitch without trying

Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now

One foot in the traphouse

One foot in the rap booth

The type of nigga that sacked up over your bitch house and leaving residue

I don’t give a fuck, yeah I’m rude

Been doing this shit since highschool

Don’t give a fuck about my bitch’s feelings

So fuck a nigga with an attitude

Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that killa-kush, yeah

Everytime that nigga come around, I smell pussy

I’m heavyweight, you’re a feather

I just might go Federer

Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol

Bitch

I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind

nothing but money on my line

Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time

According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time

Now young nigga doin' gang signs

When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs

According to this, bitch it’s my time

It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time

Come through my hood and everybody

I’m just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps

Polosweater, polo

Got a bad bitch flew in from Portland

She at the peak by wearing nothing

5 pounds left in, I’m coming

Crazy shit I used to fuck a cousin

Well uhh, that’s a a whole other subject

Ghetto bitch was too loud in public

Long hair, fat ass, no manners

Bitch head was so good

That I stayed down in her throat like throat cancer

Texted my plug one time, two days later flipped the whole city

Ran through the city of Memphis

Drug traffic, your bitch with me

Young nigga hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, nigga

Pounds allowed in the mansion, nigga

Pounds already in the cabin, nigga

I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind

nothing but money on my line

Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time

According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time

Now young nigga doin' gang signs

When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs

According to this, bitch it’s my time

It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time