R.I.P Sinatra rat pack yo we did it my way
Mansion my home Versace my girl
Ferrari my drive way
Mr Bentley my bad boys
When all my skies gray
My prerogative to do it on my own
Every little step I take
Feel like I'm bobby, feel like I'm bobby
All of my ex's waiting to exhale
I ain't guarding they body
When you get to the money
They always love you
Run to the checks Is we just do it
If I put your face on the money, nigga we still wouldn't trust you
86,000 seconds only in a day
Watch out for the women
Man them hoes get in the way
I be on my grind I don't go no time to waste, R.I.P. to Pac I don't got no time to wait , I'm moving Andale Andale Andale Andale Andale I'm moving Andale Andale Andale Andale Andale
I'm at the front line of fire right now
Screw face, the whole tribe out
On the quest for this cheese
Oh please
Let em know we alive know
We've been working harder then some niggas tryna keep some ladies on the side now
If its no pay, ima no show, its just too much hands on the pie now
Ditch the party, just to go up in the stu, we making hits
Steve brought some jamacian shit, we broke it down to bacon bits
I remember, I remember
Waiting wanting gifts to come to me in december
Now i work, now I work
Tryna get everyday to feel like november
Hold up man, wait, wait
No time to play, play, play play
I need that ferrari, I need that F40, I need that 458, 8, 8
Moving at my pace pace pace
Moving round state state state state
F*ck all that sorrow, no time for tomorrow
We dont got all day day day day
Work
86,000 seconds only in a day
Watch out for the women
Man them hoes get in the way
I be on my grind I don't go no time to waste, R.I.P. to Pac I don't got no time to wait , I'm moving Andale Andale Andale Andale Andale I'm moving Andale Andale Andale Andale Andale