Time To Shine Lyrics

Send a message on the plane

Ill be up ten bands when I land

You go broke a couple times

Eventually you'll understand

Treat the glock like it's my bitch

Take care of it an it won't jam

Sell a blind person a phone

When you understand demand

Dog I waited long enough

An I still can't believe I made it

And I still won't rock versace

I got reasons that I hate it

And I feel like I'm at home

Whenever I go hit up vegas

When I told you that I trust you

Why'd you have to go n break it

If the money counter jam

Then through the night ima be thumbin

Place an order for that draco

In a day that bitch will come In

If you fill the pool with liquor

Then I'll fuck around n jump in

Snipe forever be my dawg

But I do not fuck with my cousin

Can't believe it's been a year

I still can't believe I'm rich

Doing numbers fuck the game up

With the rock I'm marshawn lynch

Ashton Martin music

No keys up in the ignition

Every day up out the week

I'm grinding know I got a addiction

And I might just buy that ruger

If that bitch the rare edition

If I keep on fucking winning

How is it a competition

She was just sucking my dick

Now she fucking with the ops

How you calling him your dog

But he be working with the cops

Send a message on the plane

Ill be up ten bands when I land

You go broke a couple times

Eventually you'll understand

Treat the glock like it's my bitch

Take care of it an it won't jam

Sell a blind person a phone

When you understand demand

Only thing that makes me smile

When I go n make some bands

When I finally got some money

Then I paid off all the tabs

I can really run it up

I just need 36 grams

I seen brodie lose it all

When he was fucking around with xans

From the porsche to the jetta

I be fucking with berratas

On the job twenty four seven

I was tryna get my bread up

You can try and fix the problems

One day you gon be fed up

Why'd you throw me in your beef

It got nothing to do with me

That bitch you love she a thot

She fucked the whole community

Me and Rico hit the meadows

Came back with a little change

I gave up on my ruger

Cause that bitch ain't have no range

Twenty bands in a month

And that's something I can maintain

Last night I was up on melrose

Geekin off a couple beans

We don't talk up on the phones

Make a hunnid in two weeks

Came a long way from the metros

Get that shit by any means

When you get a couple dollars

Friends turn to enemies

Send a message on the plane

Ill be up ten bands when I land

You go broke a couple times

Eventually you'll understand

Treat the glock like it's my bitch

Take care of it an it won't jam

Sell a blind person a phone

When you understand demand