No Tyme St. Louis (Ft. City Spud & Nelly)

[Intro: City Spud]
Yeah, right
Nelly, St. Louis, City
If you wonder what I'm doing better know

[Hook: St. Louis, City Spud]
Bitch, I'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't 'bout money then I ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny, got to keep the block running
So I ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, I'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what I'm doing, better know
Bitch, I'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't bout money then I ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny got to keep the block running
So I ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, I'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what I'm doing, better know

[Verse 1: Nelly]
You talking money then you calling my name
You talking 'bout flippin' money then you talking my game
You talking 'bout gettin' money then we talking the same
You talking 'bout small money then you talking the lame
I'm like that, so mellow, whole nother level
Metallica in the trunk, heavy metal
5.0, yup, I gets little, guess who's back?
Uh-uh, no riddle, two bad bitches, guess who in the middle?
Three fifteen, yup, guess who eating vittles?
You still eating kibbles but the bitch won't get it
If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it
If the seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it
If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it
Hear what I tell you, man? Don't play with it
Nope, nope, don't play with it
I collect money like child support
I got to get it 'cause I got to pay child support
'Cause my baby mama think I'm like a slot machine
I like soccer moms, I'm on a "sock her" team
From the block to the board room
We can do it in the streets or in the court room
I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room
Now a nigga shootin' jumpers from the fourth room
You better know