Whole Time lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
[?] this how it feel to be on top, huh?
Look

I got her in the stu' vibin' as I make classics
n*ggas askin' 'bout the shoes, some sh*t you ain't grabbin'
I put a Charger in the whip, ain't stoppin' for a gallon
I'm goin' [?] off the slip, check the available balance
All she know is steakhouse, I got this b*tch bougie
If I throw this b*tch in sports mode, I guarantee they lose me
They said they was gon' do what? I'm laughin' at them goofies
They new collection weak as f*ck, I wouldn't step in Gucci
Let's keep it real, dog, let's be realistic
You been droppin' all them songs, and nobody don't listen
Made a movie with your b*tch in like six different positions
I saw you blowin' up the phone, whole time I was hittin'
You know I'm always in Amiri, but it's Tech fleece season
n*ggas don't even want beef, I done turned 'em to vegans
I see that age catchin' up, now your hairline recedin'
They sayin' change how I act, I am not Morgan Freeman
She wanna let her hair blow, I pulled up Rubicon
I only call in for top, but that's your Valentine
I'm in 4 Seasons off the punchies, that's a real punchline
Made twelve thousand by 12, this a n*gga lunchtime
If you wanna come up overnight, go and get a Key Bank
Slick as hell, my safe key inside a fish tank
The laptop I use, I ain't get it for Microsoft Paint
It's like forty cards in the car, and they all blank
When they see this ice, I'ma have 'em yellin', "Freeze"
Drop seventy on n*ggas, dog, my wrist Joel Embiid (Uh-huh)
Young n*gga well respected my OG's
Everybody 'round you broke as hell, that sh*t like a disease
These n*ggas burnin' moves, bring 'em to me, pretty please
You be actin' out of order 'round the hoes, IShowSpeed
I don't get how n*ggas beefin', it ain't even 'bout no cheese
They love me in the streets, don't need no Grammy nominees (I'm good)