Time Is Money lyrics

[Intro]
Money bags
(MikeMadeThe808s)
I'm way up
Like thirty floors up

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n*ggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
f*ck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust b*tches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I f*ck with it

[Verse 1]
Live a little in thе streets 'cause n*ggas die a lot
I ain't with the back and forth 'causе I'll beat your block
Pocket watchin', wonder why these n*ggas think I'm rich
Thought I was been fallin' off, but I'm still lit
And I can show you everything I was grinding for
Young n*ggas with them bands tryna up the score
Tell a n*gga that it's up, but it's on the floor
Before this pandemic, n*ggas never seen a loaf
And I was tryna mind my business, but they tried to kill me
But you know we doubled back, that sh*t was minor
Heard that n*gga killed his own mans, he ain't no slider
If I ain't up a mil' by this year, I'ma retire
[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n*ggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
f*ck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust b*tches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I f*ck with it

[Verse 2]
I really leveled up, you can check my videos
Get back, I gave that b*tch, she gave me ten back
And I can't post up every day, already lived that
Don't wanna ruin your fun, but we done did that
A hundred bands ain't sh*t, I blew it in a month
n*ggas postin' every move up on IG, clown
Had they turn, pass the ball 'cause you know we got now
n*ggas see us at the top, but we started from the ground
I'm on the road, I ducked off like the state troopers
My old shooter got rich, I need a new shooter
And tell a b*tch to shut up and get her bands up
If you bein' real, in a year, I sent a Lam' truck

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n*ggas needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
f*ck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust b*tches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I f*ck with it