Z-ro - My Time lyrics

I use to try to get her to come over, she would never come for me Now all she wanna do, is come over and cum for me Even willing to risk her freedom, make a run for me Always trying to lay up under me, and get some from me Look I ain’t with that sh**, I’m on my grind Pay for this and pay for that, that’s what stay on my mind I ain’t never had sh**, I was poor like y’all I slept outside, I ain’t get to sleep on the floor like y’all (I use to have nothing), now I’m on tour like y’all Shout out to the angels in heaven, trying to soar like y’all Vienna sausages, that use to be like everyday Just champagne and Hawaiian ribeye, so much better today Ball forever, they trying to take my forever away Leaving court, the prosecutor be like it’s better to stay sh**, why the f** you think my money long fo’ then I’ll buy the not guilty I’ll write a check, let me see yo’ pen Money, hoes, cars, clothes What I went through to get here, only God knows I’m on my grind, you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro It’s my time, and you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie Say, I been up a whole 72 Getting money, is what I will never forget to do I got goddaughters for sale, go ‘head and get you two 600 a onion, all the smokers gon’ be next to you Meanwhile, I’m up in Clover with that bag on me I punk two hundred sixty thou’, that’s all I had on me Look I’m just being honest, I’m not trying to brag on me And I can’t f** with skinny jeans, I like to sag homie Only tight sh** I wanna see, on a s**y b**h She might get a crib, with one percent of what God blessed me with Y’all like to call it tips, I call it housing Woulda been at the W, but we in Hershey clowning Her bra and panties, on the ceiling fan spinning I don’t get naked, I’m pants socks and shoes when I’m up in it I got thirty condoms on me, I won’t need no Penicillin That way, she can’t even baby mama me out of millions Money, hoes, cars, clothes What I went through to get here, only God knows I’m on my grind, you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro It’s my time, and you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie You know I, gotta get that money no lie And you know I, be in the foreign every time it go by No lie, I got my ones and I’m about to go live No lie, I’m taking all these b**hes with me tonight Money, hoes, cars, clothes What I went through to get here, only God knows I’m on my grind, you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro It’s my time, and you know I Gotta get that paper, no lie