Lyrics: Jonah Wolf/Job Penalosa/Ryan Mychal Williams
Music: Jonah Wolf
Ain’t got time to play, no I don’t make friends (woah)
The type of time they on don’t make sense (yeah)
They tryna ride all of the same trends (yeah)
I know the money gonna change them (woah)
Ain’t got time to play, I’ve been changin’ (yeah)
I’ve been cuttin’ out the fake friends (wait)
I got sessions in rotation (rotation)
I’m tryna make it out the basement, woah (yeah)
That’s why the paper I be chasin’, woah
Don’t give a **** bout what they saying, no
I can’t be fazed by all that fake shit, no
I’m on vacation I be layin low
Oh
Shit I gotta go
Please don’t waste my time
I ain’t taking things slow
I be on my grind
Got so many cash flows
Pull up on HOUSEMONEY
When I’m on the West Coast, yeah
No ghost, we gon’ roll up and we kick it
Blowin o’s only Zaza not no midget
Getting close to the top we on a mission
So much money on the house can’t get evicted
Ain’t got time to play, no I don’t make friends (woah)
The type of time they on don’t make sense (yeah)
They tryna ride all of the same trends (yeah)
I know the money gonna change them (woah)
Ain’t got time to play, I’ve been changin’ (yeah)
I’ve been cuttin’ out the fake friends (wait)
I got sessions in rotation (rotation)
I’m tryna make it out the basement, woah (yeah)
Careful these days when I say friend, most of y’all just acquaintance
Why they requesting my space when I could never top 8 them
Boy, I skate on the beat like I’m Nate Chen
I remember my pockets was way thin
Little Caesars was all that I ate then
Had a garage, not a basement
Even had cousins that didn’t react to my music whenever I played it
Admit that it hurt me a little but shit made me better I never got jaded
A couple of lovers that can’t sing a lyric of mine but claim I’m they favorite
A whole lot of niggas I know that til Sprite came around never put me on playlist
Please do not think that I’m bitter I promise I know you don’t owe shit to me
And when I get famous don’t say that I changed up or sit there and lie through your teeth
Don’t say we was homies, a fire emoji ain’t same thing as coppin a tee
Can count on one hand who I consider fam, who I go to in jams, who can open a hand when it’s time to eat
Ain’t got time to play, no I don’t make friends (woah)
The type of time they on don’t make sense (yeah)
They tryna ride all of the same trends (yeah)
I know the money gonna change them (woah)
Ain’t got time to play, I’ve been changin’ (yeah)
I’ve been cuttin’ out the fake friends (wait)
I got sessions in rotation (rotation)
I’m tryna make it out the basement, woah (yeah)