Don Quez, Daddex, P-LO - TIM (Remix) lyrics

[Don Quez, Daddex, P-LO - TIM Remix lyrics]

Ofasho you kiddin' me? Bitch!
JAMES DELGADO!

Don't waste my time, don't try your luck
Back on my bully,  my sleeves getting cuffed
Try me if you want all my dogs gonna rush
Stick to your side
Bitch you not where I'm from
Hop inside a bugatti better strap up
One hell of a ride, baby doing what I want
Same dirty sneakers
I've been running through the mud
Tryna branch out, but they never showing love
Fuck it
And I'm rich and the money going one way
Since the dollars they ain't listen
What the dumb say that don't mean I was
Talkin' 'bout the Bombay
No cap working Monday to Monday
29 straight I bottom, my drink gone
We on the "Breaking gold status"
This the theme song

And my trunk keep knocking
It's a theme song, yeah

Please don't hit my line unless
You got something for me
Please don't waste my time
Tell me what you want from me
I don't wanna talk bitch my time is money
So if you waste that
I'ma have you refund me
Bitch, my time is money (Ay)
Bitch, my time is money (Yuh)
Bitch, my time is money (Ay)
Bitch, my time is (Yuh)

Time is money, see my rollie presidente
Know I can chase her while I'm
Out here chasin' Ben Frank's
See me out in public
Hit the woah just like she 10k
Baby if you broke always just
Bring a little kin bae (Ay)
You know what the price it's in my time cost
Only hit her from the back
Now her spine gone
I see that you fallin' off, you a pinecone
Be with Jiggy makin plays up off the iPhone
People talkin' bout there's something
That they do online
With my dogs and they reppin' from the 209
And no comparin'
It's apparent between you and I
Haters usually kill theyselves, 1-800-suicide
(Yuh) if you hate the hotline (Ay)
I'm just gettin' chicken, I'm a Popeye
(Ay)
Top from a thooter bitch she not mine (Ay)
Top from a thooter bitch she not mine (Ay)

Please don't hit my line unless
You got something for me (Pull up)
Please don't waste my time
Tell me what you want from me (bitch)
I don't wanna talk bitch my time is money
So if you waste that
I'ma have you refund me
Bitch, my time is money
Bitch, my time is money
Bitch, my time is money (What, ay, ay)
Bitch, my time is

Ay, what's up bitch?
I ain't even stressing you
I'm tryna run up strips
Now her baby daddy mad because I one-up him
I got designer on my ass
Until the sun up bitch, ay
Don't talk, pipe down when I'm speaking
Might sauce, might drip, bitch I'm geekin'
Dirty cup I sip so I'm speeding
These hoes start talking I'm leaving
So take my hand, I escort you to the outside
I stay high as fuck now ain't no downtime
Pill pop by the boatload ain't no downside
Eyes red full of dope smoke
Bitch I'm so high
Bitch, I smoke, I drink, I fuck
Ten toes baby I can't fold up
You a bitch brodie, you got no nuts
Pull up to my bitch to go dumb
I got sauce on the regular, bitch
I go hard, I ain't letting up shit
Your bitch wanna fuck me cause I'm up now
Oh wow, baby put it in her mouth, touchdown
(Ay)

Please don't hit my line unless
You got something for me
Please don't waste my time
Tell me what you want from me
I don't wanna talk bitch my time is money
So if you waste that
I'ma have you refund me
Bitch, my time is money
Bitch, my time is money
Bitch, my time is money bitch, my time is

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