[Chorus: D'One]
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
[Verse 1: D'One]
Ain't got time for my bitch
I've been tryna get rich
Had broke boys tryna test me, truss me, ain't got time for their iss'
I told you, I lost mum, now it's shit and the pain in my heart is deep, I can't lift
I guess it's time to put the pain aside
But this life of mine, it's been a crazy ride, oh yeah
What about you? Used to be lame in school
Didn't wanna make money, then so I guess right now that makes you a fool
Had girls telling me they wanna know D'One, like damn, we think he's so cool
Mumma told me not to trust these hoes, so I think that is the main rule
And you know D'One is a hustler, never ever in my life been a shuffler
About ring me in, your a waffler, I think you got the wrong guy Mr officer
Like, it's D'One, D'One, if you put me in a booth, I'mma kill any song
When it hit notes, all the Madisons pree, like babes jump in my Addison Lee
Cos I'm so hot like fire, can't wind me out like tyre
Tryna face me, retire, catch D'One posted in a flyer
When I smoke kush, I go higher
Step tru', different attire
Star with a movie, Mike Myers
All these bitches getting cut like pliers
[Chorus: D'One]
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
[Verse 2: M Huncho]
I'm on top of my shit
This bitch on top of my dick
Got a whole box to brake down right now, nah, I ain't got time for your shit
Nah, ain't got time for no rest, I ain't got no time for no sleep
Flip, flip and we beat
Still stuck in these streets, damn
Real brothers by my side
And grey hairs coming quick
Look, bare stress but I ain't running from shit
I've been out 'ere on my own, yeah
Been out 'ere and seen froze, yeah
But where were you when I see dem nerds, you were lotioning on your phone, yeah
Ayy, ayy
All of these people are nuisance
Amm in the car got me loosin', packin' a coochie
My life is a movie
Sorry, excuse me, sorry, excuse me
I am the one with the pure green
I'm with D'One in the hoopty
Mashing and dashing these groupies
Pour up a two for my Percy
Showing hella love to the wrong guy, so I ain't showing no mercy
Gimme a drink, man I'm thirsty, and there's jakes right behind me
I don't wanna get on top, so I stay on top
Hit the peddle, I'm off
Cos big Hunch already stays on top of shit
[Chorus: D'One]
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
[Outro: D'One]
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
I'm on top of my shit
I make racks to get rich
I've been out on these cold streets, more time ain't got time for my bitch
