No Time Playboi Carti (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Check it out
Wake up in the morning and know I gotta do this shit
Ayy, let's do it
(Cannon)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lyin' (Hold up)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lyin' (Hold up)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin' my line (My line)
You cap like Mitchell & Ness, lil' nigga, stop lying (No cap, nah)
Chop that top on my Lam', I'm living my life (Livin' my life, nah)
Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (Uh)
Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (Make her my wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (Put 'em on a flight)
Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (See 'em in the night)
Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight)
No, traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (Really wanna ride)
Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (Not my kind)
Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wastin' my time (Wastin' my time)
Check it out
Wake up in the morning and know I gotta do this shit
Ayy, let's do it
(Cannon)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lyin' (Hold up)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lyin' (Hold up)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin' my line (My line)
You cap like Mitchell & Ness, lil' nigga, stop lying (No cap, nah)
Chop that top on my Lam', I'm living my life (Livin' my life, nah)
Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (Uh)
Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (Make her my wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (Put 'em on a flight)
Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (See 'em in the night)
Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight)
No, traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (Really wanna ride)
Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (Not my kind)
Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wastin' my time (Wastin' my time)
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