TIMES UP (INTERLUDE)

I'ma do what I gotta do to win Even if it means burning skin Backtracking on burning bridges Friendly friends in my face fiending When it comes down to it, I'm the one feeding 'em Everybody has a right to say But that right goes away just once you're paid Running mouth ho's on the innanet Running laps, ain't make enough on the first check Small tag and no racks, can't back that Big tag and small bag, yeah, I bagged that Ain't get enough satisfaction Bought three more just after that It's a bad habit When you got enough money you can grab shit just like rabbits But all jokes aside 15% on the ride Time's up, yeah, you're out of luck You can sit your career in my big ass truck Big butt, real bucks Milwaukee Bucks in the 'rena backing it up My bad, let me slow it down for the gworls in the back I do what I do and it's nothing new Everybody saying I changed but I just grew up into something new Been pretty, still handsome Yeah, it's all the same When you can bag a bitch and her nigga, 'til then, ho don't ever come speak my way (When you can bag a bitch-bag-bag-bag a bitch) (When you can bag a bitch and her nigga, 'til then, ho don't ever come speak my way)