Obie Trice - My Time Lyrics

[10 seconds fades-in/instrumental]

[Chorus 1:]
Got money on my mind, no time for non-sense! (ha!)
I'm gettin' mine, 'bout to shine around here! (ha!)
Lights in the bezel, (bezel!) - price up a level; (level!)
20's on the feet, (feet!) - catch him in the street!

[Verse 1:]
20's on the Hemi, (Hemi!) - nigga made his quota (quota!)
Nigga's still Shady, (Shady!) - even though we're over. (over!)
That don't stop my dollars from rollin' over the mower,
I'm a put that product out until my casket below us! (below us!)
O will never slow up, (slow up!) - gettin' it showed 'nough (showed 'nough!)
I'm a be a problem til the world freezes over. (ha!)
Pistol in this holster, (holster!) - shootin' like the Pistons (Pistons!)
Bitches on his dick cause they know he about his bidness! (bidness!)
Beatin' up the block is somethin' very expensive.
Ice in his watch, - haters payin' attention!
Trice in the cockpit navigatin' the engine (engine!)
"Aviators" watchin' for haters tryna stick him! (stick him!)
Get money 'til the day I'm a victim, (victim!)
Till I lay beneath the clay all, stiff then! (stiff then!)
But for now, I'm a get my rich in
Double that dollar, - flippin'!

[Chorus 2:]
Got money on my mind, no time for non-sense! (uhh!)
I'm gettin' mine, 'bout to shine around here! (YEAH!)
Lights in the bezel, - price up a level; (YEAH!)
20's on the feet, - catch him in the street! (YEAH!)

Bet a nigga like me never catch him on the beat,
Get that bet twice, I'm a catch him with the heat! (heat!)
Money on my mind, (mind!) - homie on the grind; (grind!)
Been away a minute but - it's my tiiiime!

[Verse 2:]
Jumpin' outta cars, (cars!) in and outta broads (broads!)
Spendin', we ain't penny addin', we be gettin' ours! (ours!)
Show you how to floss! (floss!) - Show you buy the bars, (bars!)
Y'all all talk? - We notice y'all flaws! (flaws!)
Y'all in-laws? - We married to the game! (game!)
Y'all just the maid - next to the mayne! (mayne!)
I been spendin' change since the dope game (dope game!)
Then he made a name for himself after cocaine;
Call him Kwame Kilpatrick. - You could try to catch him!
Dope? I got access. (access!) - No text messagin'! (nope!)
Trice is an asset,
Niggaz in the trap know his past say he know where the cash at. (where the cash at!)
Louie on his toes,
Dubs on the vehicle, B-M-E! (B-M-E!) - I see it, though.
I'm a need it, my nigga; and then repeat it, though.
D-boy in that two-seater; let's go! (let's go!)

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 3:]
In and outta jets, (jets!) - him is but a vet'. (vet'!)
Been around the wooorld, (wooorld!) - him ain't finished yet! (yet!)
Not only London to bloke or be stuntin',
I poke out like a bunion in any country I run in. (run in!)
With any culture the code is his ulcer (ulcer!)
Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia. (Nova Scotia!)
"Fist Full Of Dollars", (dollars!) - lipstick
On a nigga's collar courtesy of your missus.
You don't wanna miss this, - misfit!
Mr. Michigan - gettin' this - richness - in. (IN!)
I'm a better me; tell me who 'head of he?
I'm somethin like veteran usin' letters over melodies. (melodies!)
Trice is still in it!
"Real name, no gimmick", never fold cause of bidness (bidness!)
Bitches (bitches!)
I'm a get it fo' X over, nigga you be the witness! (WHOOO!)

[Chorus 2] [10 seconds instrumental then beat fades-out]