[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson]
AK-47, the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively, got to k** every motherf**er in the room; accept no substitutes
[Hook]
I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind
[?] nothing but money on my line
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time
According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time
Now young n***a doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b**h it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time
[Verse 1]
Yeah b**h, it's my time
Spent a brick on my left wrist
And all that smoking, staying high times
[?]
f**ed your b**h without trying
f**n***as saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now
[Interlude]
Hold up, hold up
Found this A-plus
Now, let's get back to this sh**
It's Dolph
[Hook]
I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind
[?] nothing but money on my line
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time
According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time
Now young n***a doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b**h it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time
[Verse 2]
Yeah b**h, it's my time
Spent a brick on my left wrist
And all that smoking, staying high times
Eyes red [?]
f**ed your b**h without trying
f**n***as saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now
One foot in the traphouse
One foot in the rap booth
The type of n***a that sacked up over your b**h house and leaving residue
I don't give a f**, yeah I'm rude
Been doing this sh** since highschool
Don't give a f** about my b**h's feelings
So f** a n***a with an attitude
Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that k**a-kush, yeah
Everytime that n***a come around, I smell p**y
I'm heavyweight, you're a feather
I just might go Federer
Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol
b**h
[Hook]
I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind
[?] nothing but money on my line
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time
According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time
Now young n***a doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b**h it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time
[Verse 3]
Come through my hood and everybody [?]
I'm just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps
Polosweater, polo[?]
Got a bad b**h flew in from Portland
She at the peak by wearing nothing
5 pounds left in, I'm coming
Crazy sh** I used to f** a cousin
Well uhh, that's a a whole other subject
Ghetto b**h was too loud in public
Long hair, fat a**, no manners
b**h head was so good
That I stayed down in her throat like throat cancer
Texted my plug one time, two days later flipped the whole city
Ran through the city of Memphis
Drug traffic, your b**h with me
Young n***a hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, n***a
Pounds allowed in the mansion, n***a
Pounds already in the cabin, n***a
[Hook]
I got your b**h on my dick and I got money on my mind
[?] nothing but money on my line
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time
According to the streets, it's my motherf**ing time
Now young n***a doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b**h it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time