Letra de Time

[Intro: LaBritney]
(
Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas
)
Hello? We need to talk
(
Coach me, Joey
)
I know you don't have a lot of money or whatever, but I really don't give a fuck about that
All I want is your time
[Verse 1: FMB DZ &
LaBritney
]
All she wanna do is spend some time with me (
That's it
)
But time is money, so I got her on the grind with me
I know you want the light and wanna shine with me (
I love that shit
)
She postin' pictures, caption sayin', "I got the don with me" (
Joey
)
[Verse 2: Coach Joey &
LaBritney
]
Real bitch, it get rough, she gon' ride for me
And she loyal, it ain't never 'bout no pride with me
If I ain't got it, she'll fuck around and slide fifty
We both winnin', now we slide around in 550s (
Hey, hey
)
[Verse 3: FMB DZ &
LaBritney
]
Now we both can hit Neimans and just grab shit
I turned her from a have-not to a bad bitch (
You did
)
'Cause I gotta have you shittin' on my last bitch (
I do
)
Truth be told, it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have shit
[Verse 4: Coach Joey &
LaBritney
]
But let's be real, if not for you, I wouldn't have shit
You really came in the clutch when that bag ain't clear (
You know I got you
)
I'll take loyalty over a bad bitch (
And I'm both
)
I want a bitch who spoil me, I like to have shit
[Verse 5: FMB DZ &
LaBritney
]
Huh, man, I really hate a mad bitch
I can't deal with that shit, not a tad bit (
But you be on some bullshit
)
[Verse 6: Coach Joey &
LaBritney
]
Always talkin' back, you got a lot of lip (
You right
)
You get in your feelings, then you get to breaking shit
Why you all on the 'Gram postin' ho shit? (
'Cause you be on ho shit
)
[Verse 7: FMB DZ &
LaBritney
]
Keep it down, stay low-key, they don't know shit
Put my business in the street, get you choked quick
Neighbors call the cops, when they come, you don't know shit (
Nigga, whatever
)
Got a grip on you, ain't gon' lie, I love them hips on you (
I know you do
)
I love them lips on you, I really wanna put this dick on you (
Is this just you?
)
I ain't gon' trip on you, twenty-thousand-dollar kit on you (
Ooh
)
Tell them broke hoes sit down, you got a brick on you
[Verse 8: Coach Joey &
LaBritney
]
I'ma keep cashin' these broke hoes, they gon' keep guessin' (
They ain't gotta know
)
Is he smashin'? He just bought her ass a G-Wagen
Chanel bag, small one cost five thousand
Started with a camera, now a nigga own five houses
I'm big timin', bought you a Rollie, now you big timin' (
Thank you
)
You my bitch, you match my fly, you got the big diamonds (
Exactly
)
I told you from day one, can't shit stop us
You know your daddy, girl, but you call me Big Papa
[Outro: LaBritney]
Ooh
Ooh, papi