[Chorus: YRN Murk]
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down

[Verse 1: YRN Murk]
I'm back on the block, spend it again
N***a start crying [?]
[?] aim for your head
You don't think that I know that you work for the feds
Subtweeting, I can never say names
These n***as grew up as lames
223 bullits leave pain
Fat fuc, you can't run from these flames
Slowed up, bitch I'm pouring up lean
Red city n***as drinking green
15 shooters geeked up on the bean
AR 15 clear out the scene
357 [?]
You looking for me, I'm [?]
We get it poppin, we get it shaken
Sticks come out, they turning to baken
You flexin that bankroll, Imma take it
I know they hating, I'm in the latest
1500 dollars just for [?]
[?] designer, that shit is boring
The bando [?] come and get you [?]
[?] my trap, I'm living in here
He in the car, but I know he gon tell
I ain't with it,drop me off at the shell
[Chorus: YRN Murk]
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down

[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
I ain't got time, I made up my mind
I'm doing fine, came from nickles and dimes
I did the crime, so I had to do time
Slanging [?] think I had every kind
He undercover, heard he talked to the [?]
[?] then he fired
Bad bitch got good mouth, she hired
Sleeping on a hundred K when I'm tired
No I don't feed into lies
In the kitchen, I bake with them pies
Can't talk too much, bitch I'm high
He want beef, he lunch, he get fried
Need my money like [?]
Trappin like church on a Sunday
I done made a hundred plays on one way
Choppin the block down, I'm a [?]
N***as won't back down like [?]
I count up the hunchos, I reload and unload
I walk with the 9, rondo
Pull up with them sticks, so [?]
[?] serving serial
I get the commas like [?], whoa
Clean clothes, he gonna fold
G's role, like 50 K or more
[Chorus: YRN Murk]
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down

[Verse 3: Duke Deuce]
Chopper tucked in the couch
I'm a big G with no [?]
I put money on my enomies, I get to [?]
Still in VIP, go rage with the hoes
Few bands on the J's on my toes
[?] tell him hold it
Ice up on my wrist, cause I froze it
Duke Duice, I'm a beast on the beat
Hellcat [?]
I was on the grind, I ain't sleeping all week
I was on the bottom, now they looking up to me
[?] n***as ain't street
I'm a real chief, I ain't praying on the week
Nightmare a n***a, bring hell where he sleep
I ain't blind,but I don't see a n***a fucking with me
[?]
Thug a bitch out off the Perkasit
[?] that's on the set
[?] check
[?]
[?] don't trust [?]
I'm trouble, but I realy mean to be humble
[?]
[Chorus: YRN Murk]
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down
I ain't got time for these n***as
And I ain't got time for no bitch
I'm up, counting them figures
I'm counting my figures
You broke, you tryna [?]
I got them bags, send them out
This track will make you change the rout
Chopper let loose, you better lay down