Time of the Month Lyrics

Oh shit

Get him

That lil' boy he on the run

We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red

Like a new bitch time of the month

Bitch, I got my own money

I don't need your help for some

You gon' drop that shit or what?

Fuck it, I don't need me none

That boy Tai, don't give no fuck

That boy Tai love double cup

Money talk, don't interrupt

That boy Tai, gon' be that nigga that walk in

Make your ho star struck

That boy Tai stay out the way

Don't fuck with these niggas like Uncle Ruck

Bro gon' pass that shit, yeah

I'm gon' shoot and get that dub

I can't fall for no trick at all

Cause the last time I fell for that shit

I feel like Ian

What that boy said just put your mind to it and get that shit

What was the reason?

Said you had love for a nigga

Then you just went and dip

Fuck it, I'm sittin' back, countin' the money, man

Call him Chris Tucker, that nigga a funny man

We treat that boy like a prop, he a dummy man

Bullets like pills, its going to your stomach, man

Rest in peace, 24, shout out to Money Man

I got a 2-4, call that shit Kobe, man

He not a track star, but this lil' chopper turn him to a running man

I'm off that dranky drank, I'm finna black out

City girl bitty yeah, she finna act out

She was just choosing til' I bought the racks in

Not finna slip in, no, I can't go back in

Bro Trippie Redd, he rollin' with a Mac-10

Please step aside, you don't wanna get bodied

Light skin, love it when I'm in her body

Light skin, love it when I'm in her

Oh shit

Get him

That lil' boy he on the run

We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red

Like a new bitch time of the month

Bitch, I got my own money

I don't need your help for some

You gon' drop that shit or what?

Fuck it, I don't need me none