In Time

Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time
And flip the script, send your ass home all limp

I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin’ tonight?

Yup, when you fuck with the greatest clique
King Kong trips, ridin’ all the latest whips
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin’ 'em in the trash
You would not believe, c'mon, ah
Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time
I'm like Big out the Maximas and Acuras
Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame
You heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillacs
Mag, I wreckon you right but it's my fuckin’ night
Life is what you make it

See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin’
What's about to go down right now, c'mon, ah
With a Corona in the holder, I'm the latest bitch
Got Franklin on the mind, shit, I ain't gon' front
Yup, you could call me the greatest wench
Life is what you make it

I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?

Holla, c'mon

What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"
Life is what you make it
Powder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bite
Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights
X-5, bing truck, high as a kite
Hon, whatchu know about this guy?
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
What's goin’ down right now, c'mon, ah
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. Timbaland
Pay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffin’
Life is what you make it
Lie for what? Never been that type of chick
Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back
(Freaky)
Ms. Jade have you whinin’ by the end of the night

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh
Holla, c'mon, ah
What more can I say? Top billin’
And that shit's fo'sho'
Life is what you make it
You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine

I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Said bird is the word is Charmin and Mag's off?
You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours
Life is what you make it
Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin’ when I hit the door
You would not believe, c'mon, ah
Guess who's back, it's your favorite man
I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh
Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?
I've been hittin’ girls back since, "Cooley High"
Niggaz got the feelin’, I'm wack and I fell off

Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin’ up
I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time
Life is what you make it
Life is what you make it
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin’ up all they hash
In time you will buy me this and that
I'll be yo' penicillin’, keepin’ my jimmy chillin’