Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I

Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead 'Cause all of 'em

Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (Mandela!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (look at me countin' Mandela!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (that money) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (Mandelas!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (I do) (H-H-H-Hot 92.

I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I needed money 'cause I had none Robbin' people with a six-gun I lost my

Being pretty ain't pretty, it takes all day long You spend all your money just to wipe it all off You spray on your perfume, you spray on your tan Get up in the morning, do it over again Being pretty ain't pretty at all I fought it all for a while But I

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime And the sun stopped shining And it rained all time Oh it did set me back some But I made it through But I never get over losing you Do you know how much mean to me

I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much I live deep in symmetry

I let it work, non-stop Wait, I see a whole lot of frontin' A whole bunch of talkin', doin' a whole bunch of nothin' Get 'em, trance, oh Get 'em, I let it work, non-stop Everybody talkin' 'bout they want this money But when you get that money, everybody

Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (two to my brothers) Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (pain make money) Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these