20 Dimes YFN Lucci

[Intro]
(Think It's A Game?)
Yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah

[Chorus]
Boy look at your time piece, that's a waste of time
See, my shit real, it shine, they gon' hate on mine
See, I got twenty dime pieces, your ho ain't a dime
See, they gon' think I'm lyin', I don't do no lyin'
I fucked up her mind, I fucked up her mind
Yeah, they gon' think I'm lyin', I don't do no lyin'
See, I got twenty dime pieces, your ho ain't a dime
Yeah, your ho ain't no dime

[Verse 1]
See, I got twenty dime pieces
I might go and cop me like twenty time pieces
But I can't wait no time
I can't take you to my jeweler, you might waste his time
My ho, they had to import her, your ho ain't no dime
I don't wait in line, seen you in the line
Yeah, all my bitches mine, they don't get out of line
If I front you this one time, I'ma need every dime
Every time a nigga dyin', anytime my car bought
We know like twenty-nine shotters
My nigga kill, he got like twenty-nine choppers
Ah, hell, I bet they prayin' they gon' stop us
They gon' need twelve, in my closet, got a Belenciaga shell, yeah