LYRICS – Time

LYRICS – Time


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