Time after time

Niggas on the gram flashin' them racks don't own a dime of it Only thing this bitch gon' get is dick, can't get no time from me Been away from Indi, Sam callin' sayin' she cryin' for me Skippin' every party, don't invite me, ain't got time for it In the studio looked at the clock like where did time go I love my gang, the ones that's with me who I'm dyin' for Act a lil' different when you catch me in that grind mode Love fucked up my vision, bitches had me wearing blind folds Like Rod Wave my heart was on my sleeve I was at work when Robert died so I couldn't even grieve That day I found out that bitch cheated I couldn't even breathe Dropped the phone in disbelief like damn I wish I couldn't read But f*ck that shit I'm over all of that Declined my calls but now I'm up they trying to call me back They called me dusty now the world call me "BankrollMaxx" She called me Bae, correct the bitch like "unt, unt hoe, you can not call me that"...