[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Huh, time is money, I ain't— (Tommy II)

Time is money, I ain't stoppin' 'less the— huh

Uh-uh-uh

Haha, time is money, I ain't—

[Verse]

Time is money, I ain't stoppin' 'less the clock do

You won't never catch me switchin', but my Glock do

White and yellow gold, how the fuck my watch blue?

If I catch him, I'ma put him up on FOX News

Bro'll pop a couple tags, pop an opp, and go and pop shrooms

I got all these boogers in my buffies like an achoo

I like bitches mean, it's only fitting that they rock Rhude

Tryna cop a fuckin' rocket launcher, all my opps doomed

Ha, I'm finna blow 'em up

Twist my fingers to an M and then I throw 'em up

He done checkеd the lo', he sick, he know his ho with us

All that brakin' for thе broke, won't catch me slowin' up

If I ain't showin' out, then I ain't showin' up

Me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can't sew with us

I told bro to kick the cup, he don't think four enough

I done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna row with us

(Me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can't sew with us)

(I done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna—)

Get more jacks in than Michael, tell a bitch beat it

I been thinkin' 'bout a bag ever since fetus

Ho get kicked to the curb, she don't lick penis

How she playin' with them racks, think my bitch Venus

I could take a bitch to Mars, whip look like a spacecraft

Catch me gettin' face from your baby like I'm Ray ass

In my bag, bitch, I'm glad, tell 'em stay mad

I was in the storm thuggin', waitin' 'til that rain passed

Got my wrist iced, got my bitch iced

Pulled up on us thinkin' we ain't cut and got his shit sliced

Dog Shit Militia, we ain't— huh

Dog Shit Militia, we ain't barkin', we take big bites

Thermal scope, he play it hot-headed, he gon' get sniped

Always knew that I was gettin' left if I ain't get right

All my bitches bad as fuck, I think that they should get life

How I'm feelin', I'm the shit, I think I need to get wiped

Supreme fanny with a weapon in it

He don't need to buy a pair of kicks, 'cause he ain't steppin' with it

I got six, but my bank account need seven digits

Funny he ain't see no checkered flag but he already finished

Chop with the leg, tryna kick buddy

You can catch me uppin' pape' with my rich buddies

Playin' with my blood, shit'll get bloody

All I know is get pape, get fetti, get money

Call the Dog Shit Militia, bet they sick buddy

I know he ain't got no pape' 'cause his bitch bummy

Why the fuck would I throw fists when they make blicks, dummy?

Funny she allergic to 'em, but I left her lips nutty

Haha, Dog Shit Militia, bitch (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Tommy II)