The World is Yours ft. Deniro Bossa Lyrics

And I'm breathless waiting for you to save me

When I picked you up

I can't put you down

I left my blood, sweat and tears in you

I need you always to be around

I need you because

You always on my mind

I need you to keep me alive

You became my grind

I need you to make me shine

I need you to be mine

I don't have enough time, I don't have enough time, it's true

And I've been laughing my mind, I've been laughing my mind for you

I don't have enough time, I don't have enough time, it's true

Money, money, always been a plan

Stacks of bundles, put it in my hands

Stash the cash up in a ceiling fan

You gotta watch hater act like I'm fan

You gotta give a back shot, scream who's the man

What you say? What's the plan

Where's the cash? Where's the bands

They call me bags with the grams

Put on the street, go peter pan

Blowing gas in the sprinter van

My cash app keep licking fam

Her ass clap got me in a trance

What's the love when you do that dance

I want my money and advance

To the bay, all the way to France

Then back to Brooklyn, pass it to my man

I want the cash, scream and fuck a friend

Count paper to the day I am

Gotta keep it solid, can't play pretend

If you number nine, then I'm number 10

No matter how I go, I play to win

God got me so I know I'm lit

Fresh as hell blowing on a zip

She could feel a blessing coming from my lips

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

You either die in this struggle

You gon' fuckin' make it

This ain't my first time, my past orientation

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

You either die in this struggle

You gon' fuckin' make it

This ain't my first time, my past orientation

Everything I gotta do stand out

Never wanna hand out

But I need 100 bands now

As long as my daughter smile

And my junior feelin' real proud

I will go the extra mile

That mean daddy on the prowl

Make it show my family smile

Make it happen even in the drought

Check my merits on every route

Like my pops say, no doubt

Keep it glizzy, no sauerkraut

Money's what I'm talkin' bout

From New York to the South, yeah

When I think you up

I can't come down

I let my love take me

I don't open, I'm toyin

I don't open, I'm toyin

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

You either die in this struggle

You gon' fuckin' make it

This ain't my first time, my past orientation

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

It's only two choices

Can't skip all greatness

You either die in this struggle

You gon' fuckin' make it

This ain't my first time, my past orientation

Rather get judged by twelve than carried by six

Tell the truth is you a fan or on some hater shit

Time is money, ain't got no minutes to waste

No seconds either, I'm always comin' in first place

The choice is yours, you go eat or you go starve

This struggle made me hustle, in the paint I'm goin' hard

You better say it, I'm gettin' paper

You ain't gettin' to it, see ya later

Stay sharp on the scene like a razor

And you know my money taller than skyscrapers

But it's hopeless hopin' for you to notice me

And it's only in my dreams that I get to hold you

But I'm patiently thinkin' that someday you'll want me too

And I've been lovin' my mind, I've been lovin' my mind for you

I don't have enough time, I don't have enough time for you

And I've been lovin' my mind, I've been lovin' my mind for you

I don't have enough time, I don't have enough time for you