My Time - Z-Ro

I use 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 use 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 use 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 over night, I had to start slow

Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro

It’s my time, and you know I

Gotta get that paper, no lie

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 two hundred sixty 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 thirty 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 over night, I had to start slow

Now I got me some foreign’s 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 over night, I had to start slow

Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro

It’s my time, and you know I

Gotta get that paper, no lie