[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Don't be thinkin' 'bout my money, n***a, no
Anybody try to stop it, they gotta go
When I pull up in this new shit n***as know
Probably run-up to your bitch with another hoe
In these streets, I'm still the king
And I wouldn't sell out my city
Finally made the come-up move
And I be bringin' my city with me, Houston (Ayy, ayy)
Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy)
Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I stay trill
Fuck n***as ain't shit to me and that's how I feel
Pussy n***as keep testin' me like I ain't real
All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still
Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill)
That's just how I feel
(N***a, that's just how I feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Roscoe Dash]
Ain't no time to chill-time to chill-time to chill
Call me Mr. Bill Collector, I be hustlin' all day and night
N***a, that's just how I feel
All day and night
That's how I feel, that's how I feel
The only way to live your life is to keep it runnin' 'til you get to the pesos
So every single day of my life I'm tryna to get it
'Cause enough ain't enough 'til I say so
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
All I do is get to the money, collectin' a sack
While broke n***as be talkin', I’m shinin', they way in the back
Got so much of my money on corners, I run it like track
Like I don't wanna hear 'bout nothin' if nothin' don’t stack
I'ma be in the spot for a minute, tell 'em to focus
'Cause I'ma focus on haters 'til everyone of 'em notice
That I’m forever the king of the place they say I’m the closest
Can’t nobody compete with the Truth, they say I'm the coldest
Pussy n***as keep testin' probably 'cause they was stressin'
When see me pull up hoppin' outta somethin' and flexin'
Every one of they hoes lookin' at me like I'm a blessi'n
'Bout to send 'em a message and I ain’t talkin' 'bout textin'
I get dough 'til there’s no more
Other n***as wanna shine but all I do is wanna get more
In the city ridin' solo, if it ain’t fast cash everything else slow-mo
I gotta get this money, my hustle got me goin' insane
All this money keep on callin' my name

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I stay trill
Fuck n***as ain't shit to me and that's how I feel
Pussy n***as keep testin' me like I ain't real
All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still
Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill)
That's just how I feel
(N***a, that's just how I feel)
[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
We forever on the paper chase
We chase paper, never time for sleepin'
Better wake up and cake up
Ain't talkin' about no money, what you say?
I can't hear you, you're breakin' up
N***a, get off of my cell
If you ain't callin' me about me makin' mail or me makin' a sale
We money incorporated here
The product he was producin', orchestrated here
And if you look into my eyes, you'll see the reflection of dollar signs
My mind chaotic like the stock market
You would think a n***a starvin' because a n***a go hard in the paint
Bogart if I can't get through
See the domino effect when I knock 'em off the edge mo' money for me
And if they wanna try to rob me, you better ask somebody and understand what you comin' to see
A n***a comin' with heat
You better watch out for Frank-Lin
We the true definition of the phrase
Made men, Braveheart, stay hard
Let me shine, let me get a little light, you can stay dark
You can stay pushin' papers in the park, I'd rather move kilos and be your boss
A n***a wanna run shit so I'm never on the dumb shit
And always come equipped
So don't be messin' with my money, n***a, no
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all
The bill collector need his ends, he won't ease up tonight
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I stay trill
Fuck n***as ain't shit to me and that's how I feel
Pussy n***as keep testin' me like I ain't real
All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still
Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill)
That's just how I feel
(N***a, that's just how I feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Roscoe Dash]
Ain't no time to chill-time to chill-time to chill
Call me Mr. Bill Collector, I be hustlin' all day and night
N***a, that's just how I feel
All day and night
That's how I feel, that's how I feel
The only way to live your life is to keep it runnin' 'til you get to the pesos
So every single day of my life I'm tryna to get it
'Cause enough ain't enough 'til I say so