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Da Brat

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ain't Got Time To Waste Lyrics - Da Brat

So so def 

Hey shorty 

How we do 

Hey shorty 

I'm all about that paper dough 

Can you see me 

You know yeah 

As the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary, 

I'm in a hurry to get this paper don't worry I'm a dough chaser I'm 

Still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking 

And shuffling niggas around I'm getting more greater 

And its the gang shit that I ain't seen yet 

And its the gang niggas I ain't meet yet 

Even though I been to Paris and London and rome, 

Japan, Africa, Baghdad Amsterdam brought back a phat sack 

And I'm rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins 

When I throw on that boostey 

You niggas can't stop slobbing 

I'm a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever 

Fucking it up so I get paid to do stuff never 

When this cheddar at stake 

I'm a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon 

Some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

I'm all about the money I don't know about you 

I got places I wanna go and things I wanna do 

Gotta whole lotta living to do be4 I die 

And I ain't got time to waste 

Honey yeah yeah 

 

Now understand me cause its not complex 

I'm young and restless with one life to 

Live so I cash checks 

I'm individually wrapped liked a fresh twinkie 

So if I cream in the middle 

Nigga licky, licky, licky, licky 

Become sponge bob absorb me up 

Can't just polish this I demolish the flow 

Niggaz astonished when I spit 

When I'm pissed I let it flow 

I can afford me a Bentley 

Without having to forge a signature 

Or getting a nigga to co sign with me 

I get bored quickly so I 

Sour on the g4 to Cali for more sticky gravy life 

Come hop on this tour with me lets get faded for life 

I used to save up cookies they are brown even 

But I got rid of the whole box 

And I didn't even turn the loot in' 

I'm shootin' its all cause of you lame ass butlers 

When I smirk if devils could talk mine would say fuck ya! 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

 

Its so so def 

How could the cans get dropped 

From the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot 

I rock the white people the Latinos and foreigners 

Niggas can't see me when they cry I scratch out there corniers 

I'm warning ya I was born a winner 

I scare crowed off like that Anna Lotono 

Did right after she sang 'home in the weares 

After the blizzard that's 

When I came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles 

Keep a few of dem precious V-V-S's next to my skin 

So with the best investment jems ain't no second guessing its here 

Ain't not question who the best is 

Take a lesson from a bitch who is the goodie in years 

Never skooted in here got dem all in here 

Cause dirty money spin like clean money from da A-T-M dummy 

So when you done bumping your gums there's a lot of dough to be made 

You should get you sum before its too late 

And you left wiv none 

Now its all bout the cash where ever it come from 

Nigga 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

 

Honey if you hear me 

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