Times

Hop on the track and I do what I want with it

I heard your shit I ain't bumping it

I just been hustling, flip it and double it

You had a bag but you fumbled it

There they go flapping they tounge again

Mad at me, I got 'em sick they can't stomach it

I came out of Ossining, I got it popping; they fuck with me in different continents

Who do you know - cold as me

I just be low, smoke my weed

Count up my green, so fresh so clean

It's a M to the motherfucking a-l-z (ugh)

These niggas ain't built like me (ugh)

Gotta put 'em on chill I see (ugh)

Gotta let my spirit free

I'm a d-e-m-i-g-o-d

I gotta get it in motion

I'm showing devotion 'cuz I need a crib by the ocean

These people don't live how they posting

Thеy life is a lie and I know it, my eyеs have been open

I do not worship no glitter and gold

I gotta vibe with the soul (with the soul)

I rather be in a lane of my ownn they really be lame and I know

Don't hate the player, don't hate the game

Don't hate at all, that ain't the way

I tell a bitch get the fuck out my face

Your welcome has been overstayed

I'm feeling anxious but I gotta show patience

Positive my affirmations

Keeping it sacred in this matrix

I been aligned with my synchronizations

How many times I gotta tell you (ugh)

How many times I gotta say it (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times do I gotta do it (ugh)

How many times do I gotta prove it (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times do I gotta show you

How many times I was riding for you

How many times did you tell me thank you

So many times you been so ungrateful

Why they always looking for an angle

Never keep it straight, why it's always tangled

Ain't no stranger when it come to danger

I ain't worried 'bout it bitch, you know I'm sanctioned (okay)

Thought I done told you this before, baby I'm way too cold

I done got tired of chasing these hoes, nigga that shit get old

I don't care what you do with her bro, that ain't my bitch no more

Put the tint on the whip, I don't ride fish bowl

Baby I gotta get low (I gotta get low)

Staying away from the fake and the fraudulent

Give me your word, better honor it

If it ain't about money then why is you calling me

C43 I just ordered it

Fuck a lil' bit I need all of it, problems I'm solving it

Hang that shit up like an ornament

You gon' need an army and maybe the parliament

I'm not the one to be starting with

Give it and go, pick it and roll

Taking this shit to the hole

We used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them O's

Man the hustle is all that I know (ugh)

Give it and go, pick it and roll

Taking this shit to the hole

We used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them O's

Man the hustle is all that I know

How many times I gotta tell you (ugh)

How many times I gotta say it (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times do I gotta do it (ugh)

How many times do I gotta prove it (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)

How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)