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Different Time Zone Video (MV)




Performed By: ToDinero
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: ToDinero Music
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Lil Nigga, I'm smoking banana strands, I get high as f*ck nigga
Check it out
Pick up a duffel bag of money, guns on the floor
I knew that she ain't wanted in the house, I hide it in the drawer
Could see myself whippin' Bentleys, Come from pushing Fords
Ain't really patient, I go get it, F*ck a vision board
Treat this shit like Wide Receiver three, I take the top off
Ridin' with some shit in the truck, that knock the block off
Nightmares come to life, A scary sight when T.O. hop out
How the f*ck he got all this damn money, he a Dropout
Say it one more time, they hit the grave, When shit hit the fan
Hot shit in the city, got more motion than the middle man
Drop it off and stack it up, make music, bitch, I got a plan
Bet them six-twos will split him up just like a f*ckin' band
Damn, but I ain't finished yet
Bet my nigga Heem uh take ya gun and you won't get it back
Broke-ass nigga, you a joke, ain't seen five racks
This shit from Von, seal it up, This some new packs
Huh, I got money, so I can't complain
Bitches from grade school see me now, I bet I blow her brain
I'm still that same nigga, Ain't too many things changed
But to get right to this spot, I had to endure pain
Got off my ass, I got a bag, I couldn't stand the rain
Niggas was sleep, I woke them up like they was on a plane
Saw them other niggas with the bands, I wanna get it too
If AP ever say he wanna slide, then Ima follow through
Outside, I'm a different nigga, beast when I'm locked in the booth
I don't got KBM inside my name, but I still be the Truth
Lil engine in that Kia, not too much, but you still hear the Vroom
She used to f*ck with who? and she ain't f*cking, kick her off the room
Got a couple bands in my notes on this I Phone
Southside bitch, say she on wherever I'm on
Get so high, I think I'm trippin, think I'm in a different time zone
Pussy-ass nigga, always foldin' like a calzone
Yeah, And that's just some for them niggas
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Lil Nigga, I'm smoking banana strands, I get high as f*ck nigga
Check it out
Pick up a duffel bag of money, guns on the floor
I knew that she ain't wanted in the house, I hide it in the drawer
Could see myself whippin' Bentleys, Come from pushing Fords
Ain't really patient, I go get it, F*ck a vision board
Treat this shit like Wide Receiver three, I take the top off
Ridin' with some shit in the truck, that knock the block off
Nightmares come to life, A scary sight when T.O. hop out
How the f*ck he got all this damn money, he a Dropout
Say it one more time, they hit the grave, When shit hit the fan
Hot shit in the city, got more motion than the middle man
Drop it off and stack it up, make music, bitch, I got a plan
Bet them six-twos will split him up just like a f*ckin' band
Damn, but I ain't finished yet
Bet my nigga Heem uh take ya gun and you won't get it back
Broke-ass nigga, you a joke, ain't seen five racks
This shit from Von, seal it up, This some new packs
Huh, I got money, so I can't complain
Bitches from grade school see me now, I bet I blow her brain
I'm still that same nigga, Ain't too many things changed
But to get right to this spot, I had to endure pain
Got off my ass, I got a bag, I couldn't stand the rain
Niggas was sleep, I woke them up like they was on a plane
Saw them other niggas with the bands, I wanna get it too
If AP ever say he wanna slide, then Ima follow through
Outside, I'm a different nigga, beast when I'm locked in the booth
I don't got KBM inside my name, but I still be the Truth
Lil engine in that Kia, not too much, but you still hear the Vroom
She used to f*ck with who? and she ain't f*cking, kick her off the room
Got a couple bands in my notes on this I Phone
Southside bitch, say she on wherever I'm on
Get so high, I think I'm trippin, think I'm in a different time zone
Pussy-ass nigga, always foldin' like a calzone
Yeah, And that's just some for them niggas
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Writer: ToDinero Music
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