(Intro)
I got $ on my mind, pussy on my line
I’m getting to a dolla, shawty, I ain’t got the time
I got $ on my mind, hustlers on my line
And that’s just all the time so I stay out on my grind
(Hook)
I gotta drop this game on ya
Tell ya something that ya don’t know
I might just hop this plane on ya
I be places that ya don’t know
We do this all ova the world
I know people that ya don’t know
I ain’t got time, I’m 2 busy chasing paper if ya don’t know
(Verse)
I’m smoking Cali chronic, mixing my Gin wit Tonic
Till I’m a monster like my pops wit shrimp and garlic
A glass of red wine got me tipsy
I pushed the engine to the red line
I’m going hard, all my niggas doing fed time
Would’ve been on the block wit niggas if I had time
But I’m 2 busy on the road
They got me back in mode
100 to the bone gristle neva crack the code
Started as a dreamer, now my niggas sniffing
Tell ya I ain’t been sleeping, drinking coffee wit no creamer (hustler, baby)
Same, same old, no key fo’ the Beamer
Last year I was fresh, but this year I’m much cleana
That’s the sweet smell of success in the air
Came from the ghetto, gotta stress it so my message is clear
It’s time to put the game back the way it was
Separate the suckas, motivate the thugs
(Hook)
I gotta drop this game on ya
Tell ya something that ya don’t know
I might just hop this plane on ya
I be places that ya don’t know
We do this all ova the world
I know people that ya don’t know
I ain’t got time, I’m 2 busy chasing paper if ya don’t know
(Verse 2)
I got 2 much $ on my mind, 2 much pussy on my line
See the way I fucked the game up should’ve been a crime
Ain’t no fucking rookie, now you’re looking at what’s mine
I been dealing wit the future, ya look a lil behind
I keep it a hunit, believe what ya wanna
Was out there in Europe wit Weezy and Stunna
Ya real wit the people, the people they luv ya
Ya got, ya gotta believe in anotha, that’s me
So tell me who ya tryin’ to be!
Yeah, see me I’ll always be Pittsburg presidential
Just sold and left his vessel
Hommie we on cruise control moving without pressing pedals
How I’m feeling? Neva betta, highs fuck wit drugs
Since the old days I dealt the pressure, graduated from blunts!
Spent seven hunid thousand last year, can ya do that?!
I asked myself how I got here just off a few raps
Still wit them homies I started wit
I parted wit a few of my partnerships
But we cool tho, may Lord protect me
Fuck wit what ya fuck wit, ya will respect me
(Hook)
I gotta drop this game on ya
Tell ya something that ya don’t know
I might just hop this plane on ya
I be places that ya don’t know
We do this all ova the world
I know people that ya don’t know
I ain’t got time, I’m 2 busy chasing paper if ya don’t know
(Outro)
I got $ on my mind, pussy on my line
I’m getting to a dolla, shawty, I ain’t got the time
I got $ on my mind, hustlers on my line
And that’s just all the time so I stay out on my grind
