Baby Angu - Time Lyrics

I don't got time
Don't play with mine
Get stopped like a sign
I'm back on my grind
Look how I'm flexing on them
I'm living reckless momma
Look how I'm stepping on em

I don't got time
Don't play with mine
Get stopped like a sign
I'm back on my grind
Look how I'm flexing on them
I'm living reckless momma
Look how I'm stepping on em

Foot on they neck
As I'm counting these dividends
Baguettis drip off my neck
I got plenty and
I'm gonna run it up
Run through the city With
All of my woes

Foot on they neck
Man I'm so rude
Boss man who I talk to
Young man making boss moves
Diamonds dripping like voss do

F*ck your conversation
Keep it Ben Frank
Shit...
I ain't trynna meet yah
I'm with all kinds of divas
& you know
They Rock all kinds of sneakers
Her name is CoCo
She rocking Chanel though
Dia she rocking Dior
I got a itch for Allegra
Versace
She call me poppy
I plant my seed in her
If I said it I meant it
I'm Rocking these Sentiments
Galliano look like letter mail
Yeezy always send me special mail
Damier so you can spell it out

I don't got time cause I'm to busy flexing
Mixing the Yeezy with little Margilla
I know it's making them jealous
Truth be told I really could careless
Don't try to stop me
I'm all on my grind
Plain face my watch
Cause I'm still counting time
I got brothers
In the penitentiary
He 23 with a half a century
Can't let him go out like he Richard Lewis
All this fashion on me got me acting stupid
I'm sorry momma cause I'm living reckless
I just put 5 on a newer necklace
Probably could've went & got that newer Lexus
But I took a flight land in Texas
Talk to the jeweler
But not Johnny Dang
Not getting Married but still buying Rings
Feel like a Slave
With this whip & this chain