I've got time on my hands, but it's not too much I've got money on my mind, but it ain't enough I've got time on my hands, but it's not too much I've got money on my mind, but it ain't enough
[Verse 1: Riff Raff] It's after midnight; I'm drunk than a motherfucker My brother on stage crunk than a motherfucker We cold cutting through the traffic in the mango Benz One thing I learned: it's hard to find a good friend Waiting on me to fall, ain't gonna be nothing Haters plotting on; I know they want to steal something Can't show no mercy, and these bitches thirsty When I say "bitch," I ain't talking about the ones with purses In this game, and they should have called me Pete Sampras No kids in my camper, no need for Pampers Rings and watches, bring the rocks in I don't got enough time; you can bring the clocks in
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[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis] I've got money on my mind, but fuck money and time Got black maple hail, fuck Bacardi and lime We only here for a half a second So I've got no choice, yo, I have to wreck it Have to kill it till we murder them all Got no time for no damn phone calls So text me, and if I don't text you back If you text me again, you're gonna get smacked I'm a bury my phone and move up to the mountain Fuck Hollywood, fuck Vine and fountain I'm spreading technology with my fucking Tech N9ne Spitting that philosophy, you're gonna have to get in line
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[Verse 3: Dirt Nasty] Time is money, and I'm broke as fuck Got a fake Rolex and a broke down truck Getting head in the hills from my Oakland duck Yeah, quack quack, bitch, open up, uh My life's the shit; it should be a movie Nah, my life is shit; it's a B movie Got my face buried in some D boobies In the Pontiac, Queen Hooptie(?) I used to have a doll shopping at the mall Now I don't feel like myself, Avatar One day I'm a be a big rapping star Now I'm just a skinny white boy, after all