Prab - Time Lyrics

Since the time started i've been tryna lay low
This world it aint right shotty stay close
God with me blessed up got some pesos
Threw some money on the table now that case closed
Im in the dark room she gon flash
Till the sun down we runnin laps
She got the bakery behind her back
When i want her she let me slap the ass
Yeah
Rolli tickin gotta tell em what the time is
Buncha snakes let me tell you who my slime is
I haven't fell down i been tryna climb since
Since i learned bout the stars i wanna shine since
God dawm yo bitch gon stay up
God dawm yo rent gon way up
God dawm i put it back like lay up
Homie aint find his gun when he see us
God dawm yo bitch gon stay up
God dawm yo rent gon way up
God dawm i put it back like lay up
Homie aint find his gun when he see us
All this drip on me she handed me the mop
It aint called racks if a hundred on the top
My pockets so heavy yeah it feel like i got rock
Every second workin yeah i feel like imma clock
I was inna room tryna think bout them bills
Money comin in in a batmobile
I can't say no cause it let my body heal
Homie quit his job now he watch the bag fill
We don't trip bout no lace cause i got the strap tied
Take my stash to my grave you know when my soul die
You aint slime you a snake yeah i got the dawm sight
God blessin what i take when my time arrived
In the grave
In my spaceship we be rollin hard
When we leave holda let me grab that goyard
Bitches want my name cause you know it's royal
But shawty i got money stuffed in my whole heart
God dawm yo bitch gon stay up
God dawm yo rent gon way up
God dawm i put it back like lay up
Homie aint find his gun when he see us
Demon demon demon in my body hand back
Why u hit that bitch she aint ever got back
Cause she over my crib doin lap dance
When i pour up it feel like chem class
Homie do no pull up but he pulled up on you
Gorillas on my shirt i aint talkin no glue
I stick to the ground like a gun on your shoe
All this money got me dancing now they watchin all my moves
Dream so real feel like it took me over
I cant catch no feelins cause i'd never be sober
If you stay with me we gon move up from a rover
Bitches too many no couple need a four door
Homie on another line he boutta make a stop
Bitches still hatin but you their heads bop
Drivin in a 911 cop car
456 woods yeah im bout to light em all
God dawm yo bitch gon stay up
God dawm yo rent gon way up
God dawm i put it back like lay up
Homie aint find his gun when he see us
God dawm yo bitch gon stay up
God dawm yo rent gon way up
God dawm i put it back like lay up
Homie aint find his gun when he see us
All this drip on me she handed me the mop
It aint called racks if a hundred on the top
My pockets so heavy yeah it feel like i got rock
Every second workin yeah i feel like imma clock