Obie Trice - My Time lyrics

Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense
I'm getting mine, 'bout to shine around here
Lights in the bezel, price up a level
Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street

Twenties on the Hemi, nigga made his quota
Nigga still (Shady) , even though we over
That don't stop my dollars from
Rolling over the mower
I'mma put that product out until
My casket below us
Obie never slow up, getting it sho' 'nuff
I'mma be a problem 'til
The world freezes over
Pistol in this holster
Shooting like the Pistons
Bitches on his dick cause they
Know he about his business
Beating up the block is
Something very expensive
Ice in his watch, haters paying attention
Trice in the cockpit navigating the engine
Aviators watching for haters trying
To stick him
Get money 'til the day I'm a victim
Til I lay beneath the clay all stiff then
But for now I'mma get my rich in
Double that dollar - flipping

Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense
I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here
Lights in the bezel, price up a level
Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street

Bet a nigga like me never
Catch him on the beat get that bet twice
I'mma catch him with the heat
Money on my mind, homie on the grind
Been away a minute but it's my time

Jumping out of cars, in and out of broads
Spending, we ain't penny adding
We be getting ours
Show you how to floss, show you buy the bars
Y'all all talk, we notice y'all flaws
Y'all in laws, we married to the game
Y'all just the mayne, next to the mayne
I been spending change since the dope game
Then he made a name for himself after cocaine
Call him Kwame Kilpatrick
You could try to catch him
Dope I got access, no text messaging
Trice is an asset
Niggas in the trap know his past say
He know where the cash at
Louie on his toes, dubs on the vehicle
BME, I see it though
I'mma need it my nigga then repeat it though
D-boy in that two-seater, let's go!

In and out of jets, him is but a vet
Been around the world, him ain't finished yet
And I don't need London to
Bloke or be stuntin
I poke out like a bunion in
Any country I run in
With any culture the code is his ulcer
Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia
Fists full of dollars, lipstick
On a nigga's collar courtesy of your missus
You don't wanna miss this, misfit
Mr michigan, getting this, richness, in
I'm a better me, tell me who 'head of he?
I'm something like veteran using
Letters over melodies trice is still in it
Real name, no gimmick
Never fold cause of business
(Business) Bitches (bitches)
I'mma get it for X over
Nigga you be the witness