I ain't got time for a ho (they know)
And broski's like the devil cah he likes takin' people's souls
This, this ain't a football drill when we say that we keep them on their toes
My bro came out of the slammer, now I'm screamin', "Fresh home, fresh home"
Now I'm screamin', "Fresh home, fresh home"
Excuse me, miss, can you clap for the NHS?
And darling, if you can't do that, KMT, the disrespect
They talk on my name 'cause they brass and wet
Them man are bums, tell 'em go get bread
I ain't got time for the stupid gems
I dick that ting, then I'm onto the next

DTB, 'til a nigga get old, or these hoes made my heart weight colder
You couldn't know this, I'm way too focused, yeah
Can't trust no hoes, gotta take away phones
'Cause the opps might know them, plus
How the niggas wanna roll on us?
Never know, so I keep one up
In the club, where they keep one tucked
Armed and dangerous
It's us, never them, I don't need new friends
No intentions on changin' up
They shootin', sorry if I made you look so stupid

Put you on the same direction
Come through when you want to, 'cause you're my favorite bitch
And I'm your favorite artist, come thru and paint it up quick
Me and my guys been doing this fly shit before Bathing Ape shit
Money conversations ain't done, uh

You wouldn't know this, but my heart is cold like my home is
Where were you when we could've been homeless?
I can't have a bitch, 'cause I'd probably lose focus
You know, get lost in the moment
I could probably end up heartbroken
I was chasin' a bag, you was chasin' these hoes
Like I ain't got time to lotion
I'm tryna get high-igh-igh, I'm tryna reach the sky-y-y
Told her, "Babes, come, we bill it," she said, "Well, not tonight"
DTB for life, married to the money, my wife
DTB for life, married to the money, my wife

I said, "Ooh, come, we catch these yutes"
I don't take L's or lose
And me, I ain't got nothin' to prove
I been out here with the goons (bang, pow, boom)
Bros always itchin' to shoot
The best response is silence
Why'd you think that I stay on mute?

Got one ting, man, she came from the south
And she wanna hold my spear like Britney
Got one ting, man, she came from east
And she wanna sing for me like Whitney
And she wanna have my pickney, don't be silly, don't be silly
I'm out 'ere tryna get this bread
In my Nike Tech-Fleece, suttin' like Adzmilli

You wouldn't know this, but my heart is cold like my home is
Where were you when we could've been homeless?
I can't have a bitch, 'cause I'd probably lose focus
You know, get lost in the moment
I could probably end up heartbroken
I was chasin' a bag, you was chasin' these hoes
Like I ain't got time to lotion

My bros in the lab like Dexter
And she wanna take this BBC and I ain't talkin' 'bout 1Xtra
Defend my bros like Evra
All my haters hatin', I just tell 'em, "Back to sender"
I might bell her in, then put her right back like Héctor
The world's so fucked nowadays, all they do is follow and follow (facts)
I don't care 'bout the latest trends 'cause I might even die tomorrow
That's why I ain't sleepy like hollow
If I ever win the lotto
I'll share that with my family
And make sure they don't borrow

You wouldn't know this, but my heart is cold like my home is
Where were you when we could've been homeless?
I can't have a bitch, 'cause I'd probably lose focus
You know, get lost in the moment
I could probably end up heartbroken
I was chasin' a bag, you was chasin' these hoes
Like I ain't got time to lotion
I'm tryna get high-igh-igh, I'm tryna reach the sky-y-y
Told her, "Babes, come, we bill it," she said, "Well, not tonight"
DTB for life, married to the money, my wife
DTB for life, married to the money, my wife Writer/s: Ashton Webb, Joshua Soremekun, Phinehas Waweru
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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