Bout (Damn) Time lyrics

[Intro]
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, yeah, 'bout time
(We got London on the track)
'Bout goddamn time
We done came a long way
And that's why I say (What?)

[Chorus]
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout damn time (Hey)
I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time (Turn up, woo, woo, check, hey)
Hey

[Verse 1]
I done ran that money up, 'bout time
I used to stack a five, now I'm stacking dimes
I don't care if none of y'all ain't my kind
Your watch cost five thousand, you wasted your time (Woo)
And I'm finished, why you still at the line?
If you ain't Damu, n*gga, you must be blind (Blatt)
And I ain't turning down, turn down for what?
I'ma turn up every time, every time, every time, every time (Woo, hey)
I drop 'em ten thousand, pick 'em up (Boom)
I told the b*tch she gotta suck and f*ck (Ooh, woo)
Hit from back and make her double nut (Hey, hey)
Wrapped up in towel, got all my cats plugged (Ah)
I swear to God, she wetter than a tub (What?)
I supply real n*ggas and they show love (Real n*gga love, what?)
I f*ck three, four hoes every time I'm in the club (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Back, back down, I gotta see these folks
Mama Mia, what's up? (What?)
No kills, I got kilos (Woo)
She'll cook up a four (Woo)
I wanna be that n*gga
My Denali truck sittin' tall, I can't even see these n*ggas (Okay)
If I wanted to, I still couldn't see these n*ggas (Woo)
[Chorus]
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout damn time (YSL, Rich Gang)
I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time (Okay)
Hey (Hey)

[Verse 2]
I came from the mud, 'bout time
Yeah, I know these n*ggas wanna ball, 'bout time
I'm, I'm, for, for, lil' n*gga, for a long time
Came, came from the smoke in the cut for a long time, yeah (What? Woo, what?)
These b*tches know I wanna f*ck 'em all (Ha), Young Money sh*t (Ha, ha, ha)
These b*tches know they come 'round me with no drawers ('Cause what?), I'm on that horny sh*t (What?)
This that horny sh*t, I don't care, I got hundreds, b*tch (Racks)
A capella now, I'ma beat your f*cking clique (Uh)
I might mail this sh*t (What?), I won't never tell the b*tch (Shh)
All my b*tches thin and brown, this that pretzel sh*t (Hey)
Michel'le, Michel'le
She got bumps and rumps all over, baby
I buy her CC, then I turn that sh*t to BB
I'm like, "Feed me, feed me, feed me
I wanna eat you"

[Chorus]
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time
'Bout damn time
I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time
Hey
[Outro]
Hey
It's 'bout time, b*tch
He'll never know what I'm sayin', n*gga
Ain't going back, n*gga
I drink pints a day, b*tch
Loaded, hey