Текст песни Obie Trice - My Time

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[Intro:] Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here Lights in the bezel, price up a level Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street Twenties on the Hemi, nigga made his quota Nigga still (Shady), even though we over That don't stop my dollars from rollin over the mower I'ma put that product out until my casket below us Obie never slow up, gettin it sho' 'nuff I'ma be a problem 'til the world freezes over Pistol in this holster, shootin like the Pistons Bitches on his dick cause they know he about his business Beatin up the block is somethin very expensive Ice in his watch, haters payin attention Trice in the cockpit navigatin the engine Aviators watchin for haters tryin to stick him Get money 'til the day I'm a victim 'Til I lay beneath the clay all stiff then But for now I'ma get my rich in Double that dollar - flippin [Chorus:] Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here Lights in the bezel, price up a level Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street Bet a nigga like me never catch him on the beat Get that bet twice, I'ma catch him with the heat Money on my mind, homie on the grind Been away a minute but it's my time Jumpin out of cars, in and out of broads Spendin, we ain't penny addin, we be gettin ours Show you how to floss, show you buy the bars Y'all all talk, we notice y'all flaws Y'all in-laws, we married to the game Y'all just the mayne, next to the mayne I been spendin change since the dope game Then he made a name for himself after cocaine Call him Kwame Kilpatrick, you could try to catch him Dope I got access, no text messagin Trice is an asset Niggaz in the trap know his past say he know where the cash at Louie on his toes, dubs on the vehicle BME, I see it though I'ma need it my nigga then repeat it though D-boy in that two-seater, let's go! [Chorus] In and out of jets, him is but a vet Been around the world, him ain't finished yet And I don't need London to bloke or be stuntin I poke out like a bunion in any country I run in With any culture the code is his ulcer[?] Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia Fists full of dollars, lipstick on a nigga's collar courtesy of your missus You don't wanna miss this, misfit Mr. Michigan, gettin this, richness, in I'm a better me, tell me who 'head of he? I'm somethin like veteran usin letters over melodies Trice is still in it Real name, no gimmick, never fold cause of business (Business) Bitches (bitches) I'ma get it fo' X over, nigga you be the witness [Chorus]

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