No Time

[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) [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 2: Playboi Carti] My bitch fine, huh You a lame, hold up My bitch bitin', hold up These niggas been bitin', yeah But my diamonds keep bitin', uh These hoes be bitin', hold up These niggas be bitin', hold up, hold up Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden Got a bitch hittin' the line right now, yeah, say she got molly, uh, yeah Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (Nah, yeah) OG, you know me, yeah It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah Ballin' on your ho like Kobe, uh (Ballin') Dunkin' on your ho like no B Bald head like Ginóbili Piru, watch my nose bleed That boy dead Arm and a leg, hold up, yeah Head and chest Turnin' your head Take your bread [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)