Tory Lanez & 42 Dugg
My Time to Shine
[Intro]
(Come in)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Man, fuck that bitch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that's for Kenny, lil’ bitch
Stop posting these n***as that's dead if we did it
I'm pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these n***as not dead enough for me
I don’t want your bitch, lil' shawty ain't slick
She don't lick, she don't suck or give head enough for me
I got these big ass rocks
Flew her to the city, fucked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot
Thick-ass top
Sliding my tip in her rich-ass slick-ass mouth
All of my n***as, we bucking, I don't even know the word ducking
Bitch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna fuck, too scary to touch it
Put black in hеr tunnel, I'm Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I'm balling on n***as
That’s payback to payback on all of my bitches
I makе them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on n***as
Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
Hit ’em both and didn't know they looked like twins (Ho, holy fuck, I just fucked off her brederen)
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch, shut the fuck up

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, get off my dick
Rich young n***a still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil', I'm big youngin
Money, three, in hundreds
Fuck her, fuck her, once I get the head, it's fuck her
Doing this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money
I get a Richard Mille, nothing less than two hundred
Young dawg keep coming, I see you
Take something from me, get left
Shit, ain't worried now, get stretched
He ain't 'bout war, I'm there
Bankroll on me, no fraud
'Least nine hundred in card
N***a, all my bitches sell large stuffing, fuck her

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch, shut the fuck up
[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I don't wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, n***a, it is my time to sign
Bitch, get the fuck out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil' bitch, my time to shine, man
N***as in trouble, now they paying me double
Fresh Air Force, couldn't pay me to scuff 'em
Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I was getting in a tussle
Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF
Hopping out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I'm young, but I could fuck you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was getting money out the league
Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil Fresh was hitting B&E coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds bitches coming out the jeans
Blew it at booby trap, fuck it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a n***a thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn't in it
If you caught a n***a cheating then fuck what it seem
Mojo back, bitch, ow, I might bring back Cristal
Might stop telling these n***as my moves, they taking my groove, bitch, how? Give that man back his style
That's my dawg and we still share clothes, he can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don't argue about bitches, we ain't finna fallout about hoes

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch, shut the fuck up