My Time

Oh
 I used to try to get her to come over, she would never come for me
 Now all she wanna do, is come over and cum for me
 Even willing to risk her freedom, make a run for me
 Always trying to lay up under me, and get some from me
 Look I ain't with that shit, I'm on my grind
 Pay for this and pay for that, that's what stay on my mind
 I ain't never had shit, I was poor like y'all
 I slept outside, I ain't get to sleep on the floor like y'all
 (I used to have nothing), now I'm on tour like y'all
 Shout out to the angels in heaven, trying to soar like y'all
 Vienna sausages, that used to be like everyday
 Just champagne and Hawaiian ribeye, so much better today
 Ball forever, they trying to take my forever away
 Leaving court, the prosecutor be like it's better to stay
 Shit, why the fuck you think my money long fo' then?
 I'll buy the not guilty, I'll write a check, let me see yo' pen
 Money, hoes, cars, clothes
 What I went through to get here, only God knows
 I'm on my grind, you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie
 Wasn't overnight, I had to start slow
 Now I got me some foreigns in the garage, bro
 It's my time, and you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie
 Say (say), I been up a whole 72
 Getting money, is what I will never forget to do
 I got goddaughters for sale, go 'head and get you two
 600 a onion, all the smokers gon' be next to you
 Meanwhile, I'm up in Clover with that bag on me
 I punk 260 thou', that's all I had on me
 Look, I'm just being honest, I'm not trying to brag on me
 And I can't fuck with skinny jeans, I like to sag homie
 Only tight shit I wanna see, on a sexy bitch
 She might get a crib, with one percent of what God blessed me with
 Y'all like to call it tips, I call it housing
 Woulda been at the W, but we in Hershey clowning
 Her bra and panties, on the ceiling fan spinning
 I don't get naked, I'm pants, socks and shoes when I'm up in it
 I got 30 condoms on me, I won't need no Penicillin
 That way, she can't even baby-mama me out of millions
 Money, hoes, cars, clothes
 What I went through to get here, only God knows
 I'm on my grind, you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie
 Wasn't overnight, I had to start slow
 Now I got me some foreigns in the garage, bro
 It's my time, and you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie
 You know I gotta get that money, no lie
 And you know I be in the foreign every time it go by
 No lie, I got my ones and I'm about to go live
 No lie, I'm taking all these bitches with me tonight
 Money, hoes, cars, clothes
 What I went through to get here, only God knows
 I'm on my grind, you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie
 Wasn't overnight, I had to start slow
 Now I got me some foreigns in the garage, bro
 It's my time, and you know I
 Gotta get that paper, no lie