City Spud - No Time lyrics

[Intro: City Spud] Yeah... Right... Nelly… St. Louis… City… [Hook: Lil St. Louis and City Spud] b**h I'm counting these hundreds If it ain't bout money then i ain't got time for that And it ain't sh** funny got to keep the block running So i ain't got time for that n***a you broke from tricking these hoes You ain't got time for that n***a f** that b**h, i'm trying to get rich I ain't got time for that sh** If you wonder what I'm doing better know [Verse 1: Nelly] You talking money then you calling my name You talking bout flippin money then you talking my game You talking bout gettin money then we talking the same You talking bout small money then you talking the lame I'm like that, so mellow, whole nother level Metallica in the trunk, heavy metal 5.0 yup I gets little Guess who's back? Unh-unh no riddle Two bad b**hes, guess who in the middle? Three fifteen yup, guess who eating vittles? You still eating kibbles but the b**h won't get it If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it If the seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it Hear what i tell you man? Don't play with it Nope, nope, don't play with it I collect money like child support I got to get it cuz I got to pay child support Cuz my baby momma think I'm like a slot machine I like soccer moms, I'm on a "sock her" team From the block to the board room We can do it in the streets or in the court room I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room Now a n***a hitting jumpers from the fourth room You better know [Hook] [Verse 2: City Spud] I ain't got time to be sipping out tryin to be tripping Got to get this money n***a with the rhyme or the chicken (right?) Never talk sh** got a bad b**h with a fat a** n***a that'll put it down in the kitchen You don't want to see me whip it (whip it), turn the stove high Pop that spark cigarillo till it's sittin (yeah) Add the baking soda and the dope then you whip it till it's hard Add a lot of different colors what you get? (hey) 'Tics in the gra**, C Cla** offset dubs Tinted windows and the paint be chameleon (yeah) Chilling like a villain 120 on 40 With a shorty that i met the other day that i was feeling (feeling) She don't get nada (nada), ne- ne- nada (nada) Nope, nope, ne- ne- nada (nada) No wine gla**es, sipping out tha bottle (bottle) No Four Seasons, only the Ramada Inn No Chanel, no no Prada (no Prada) Just Lavelle, boonk and Muscato (Muscato) So bring Michelle, Kim and Natacha (yeah) Canary yell, cuz shorty a** proper You, you can get it Her, she can get it Them, they can get it All y'all can get it And i'm cool as i want to be, smooth as i want to be But don't get it twisted n***a the tool stay up under me yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil St. Louis] [Hook 2x]