Time
By: Moor iLL x Loose Bills
Lyrics Time
Intro
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny
First godda get that cash Johnny, cash Johnny, cash Johnny
First godda get that cash Johnny, cash Johnny, cash Johnny
First godda get that… (cash Johnny)
First godda get that… (cash Johnny)
V1
First godda get that cash Johnny
Bet she drop that ass sonny
Nothing better than fast honeys
Except for fast money
Clock turn like a bad homie, who don’t say my-bad homie
At least take it out my back homie, knifes hurt pretty bad homie
Knives hurt pretty bad
Why my niggas wanna stab on me
Frequent flights first class
Hate the game I’m just playin on it
Failures want me to fail; that’s something I ain’t plan on
Some call this the bottom; it’s a short visit, I ain’t staying long
But first godda get that cash Johnny – cash, and it will last
Trim mustache
Run to stash
Only to add
Never subtract
Money talk, articulate
Intimate, statement
Keep my grip, upon my grip
Just being frank with Benjamin
H00K
Where does the time go
The clock keeps turning
I just want to light this dro
It keeps me going
And the clock keeps turning
And the clock keeps turning
And the clock keeps turning
And it keeps me going
V2
First you godda get that cash
Flip it fast
Tell the bank teller fill up the whole bag
Been broke once, I ain’t tryna go back
On the track I’ll black like Kodak
Tell your bitch stop calling, she a throwback
Be a player til I die godda know that
Put these other rap niggas on notice
Put game in a choke-hole like gold dust
Yeah, so smooth so suave
Like, like can we minaj
Like, can you tell me the odds
Of parking my stick shift all in your garage
Netflix chill light this kush flame up
Tell your old man get his weight up hang up
How I came up real to the bone
We ain’t talkin’ bout play don’t be hitting my phone
The clock keeps turning
Fast-forward to the money I’m earning
Run it back let the Swisher keep burning
Fuck a hater, let the page keep turning
Ain’t no lames in this lane that I’m turning in
Just me by myself
Thinking bout getting this wealth
Thinking bout running up a mill
Flip it to a bill like gates let these sucker niggas hate
He fake, you don’t eat off his plate
Keep it real, ain’t no time to wait
Mash on the gas
Pop a tag fresh off the wrack
It’s cold when I step on the track
Hit a home-run when I step up to bat
Dripping in gold ain’t no time to pla
You ain’t know you was dealing with a mack, fresh out the lack
Like that
H00K
Where does the time go
The clock keeps turning
I just want to light this dro
It keeps me going
And the clock keeps turning
And the clock keeps turning
And the clock keeps turning
And it keeps me going
