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Iceberg

"I Ain't Got No Time"

[Hook]
Look, I ain’t got no time, I’m chasin money
The only thing on my mind is stack them hunneds
Told my b*tch I’m on my grind, she said she understand
And even if she don’t then she gonn need another man
Baby I ain’t got no time, I’m chasin money
The only thing on my mind, is stack them hunneds
Told my b*tch I’m on my grind, she said she understand
And even if she don’t then she gonn need another man
Baby I ain’t got no time

[Verse 1: Ice Berg]
Now go my money talk, racked up, tood up
I guess that explain my funny walk, they hating on get 2 f*cks
I’m still on that stupid sh*t, get your ass slit on
It’s gonn be the same story, my son ain’t dead sh*t wrong
For that money I go harder than a b*tch
This 5% on my whip boy, it’s a monster in that sh*t
Don’t f*ck with me, that common sence like a communist I flip
So stay about it mine n*gga, you tryina get so i’m get on your grind n*gga
Bad young …reporting from the land of the killers
So f*cking fly I can stand on the ceiling
I’m getting riches so I can’t really vibe with my b*tch
The only time we talk is when she help me on count my sh*t

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
f*ck around and stumble cross a couple m's
I put 100 karats in my double m
Dope money, saving all the public sh*t
Hustling until all my neighbors republicans
Doubling so I tax just like the government
Dunk Ryder but none of my n*ggas suffering
Little n*ggas be replaying when they mumbling
f*ck em all we came to give em they punishment
Shook …the 45 be under it, rich n*gga 50 mill I ain’t started sh*t
n*gga think he real, b*tch I’m some other sh*t
n*gga keep it real, pay for your mother’s sh*t

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ice Berg]
Cause the money don’t sleep, and until I’m filthy rich
I’ma still be in these f*cking streets
I’m addicted to designer, bad b*tches and weed
I f*ck with the same hoes as them n*ggas in the league
And thye know real when they see it, these diamonds be the cleanest
These vvs1′s girl I hope you ain’t anemic
And I been on the run baby I ain’t f*cking off
I see when I see you, hell it’s barely time to talk
I got a b*tch from out of town, always tryina text
So I flew her ass down, made a dance and got check
And she say she love a n*gga but the feeling isn’t mutual
She told ain’t a damn thang to a real future, real talk

[Hook]

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