No Time
Puff Daddy feat. Lil' Kim Lyrics
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Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Nothin' make a woman feel better
Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad chedders
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
Tryin' to stick a nigga for his pesos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
Nanny nanny, punanny donny, yeah
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
How you like it baby? Uh, from the front?
Uh, from the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Make you scream pa-pa
You the best, da-da
Now watch mama go up and down dick-to-jaw crazy
Uh, say my name, baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin' babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty
Or the raven, ooh wee I see
Your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim pussy (uh) how preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (come on)
Uh, right back at ya, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin' in your stash
(Niggas think they gonna get some ass)
No money money
No licky licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
Make you cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin'
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl, uh
(That's right)
(Nine-six Bad Boy, come on)
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (come on)
I got no time for fake niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go, come on)
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (as we proceed)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (to give you what you need)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (we continue on)
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
The lyrics of "No Time" by Puff Daddy and Lil' Kim is about dismissing and ignoring the people who pretend to be someone else and just hanging out with the real friends having a good time. The lyrics mention how real friends are spread across the East and West coasts and they're having fun sipping Cristal, while also being busy counting their bank figures. The chorus and the verses of the song highlight the disdain for fake people and celebrating the love and loyalty of real friends. Lil' Kim also raps about her luxurious lifestyle and how men can’t satisfy her like she desires.
Line by Line Meaning
I got no time for fake niggas
I am not interested in people who act fake and insincere
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
I prefer to drink Cristal champagne with authentic, trustworthy individuals
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
We should spread positivity and kindness from coast to coast
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
Instead of wasting time with negative talk, we focus on accumulating wealth and success
How you figure that your team can affect my cream?
I don't understand how your group could impact my financial success
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
I trust that my community will take care of things if something happens to me
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
I am elegant and sophisticated, like a high-end woman named Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
I typically wear Prada clothes, but occasionally wear Gabbana as well
Stick you for your cream and your riches
I will rob you for your money and wealth
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
I aspire to be like wealthy celebrity women such as Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, and Princess Diana
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
Puff Daddy drives a Hummer during the summer months
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
I drive a Mercedes-Benz E-Class and wear goggles while doing so
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
I drive a 1996 model of a Mercedes-Benz car with my tough crew accompanying me
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
We drive with cruise control on to make things easier
Nothin' make a woman feel better
There is nothing better for a woman's spirits
Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad chedders
There are few things that feel better to a woman than fancy guns, drinks, clothing, and money
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
I relax in a Mercedes-Benz with my friends
Tryin' to stick a nigga for his pesos
I am attempting to rob someone for their money
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
If you say that I am a certain type of person, then that is who I am
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
You desire me and want to have sexual contact with me
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
You have to satisfy me sexually or you shouldn't even try
Nanny nanny, punanny donny, yeah
I am using slang terms for my vagina to express my confidence and dominance
How you like it baby? Uh, from the front?
Asking how the person wants to have sex with me
Uh, from the back? Give that ass a smack
I suggest a sexual position and request that my partner spank me
Bet your man won't do it like that
I'm confident that your partner won't satisfy you the way I can
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Your partner can't satisfy me because he is not well-endowed and lacks experience
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
I want to touch your breasts and have sex with you
Make you scream pa-pa
I will pleasure you sexually until you scream with pleasure
You the best, da-da
You are great at sex
Now watch mama go up and down dick-to-jaw crazy
I will give you incredible oral sex
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
I will make you orgasm and then let my fluids dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I will make you squirm and then laugh with sexual pleasure
I'm drinkin' babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
I am drinking alcohol and having sex, then admiring my Mercedes-Benz
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty
Don't act suspicious around me, or you will feel the danger of my gun
Or the raven, ooh wee I see
I am threatening you and expressing my dominance
Your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
Your partner is not as wild in bed as me or Adina Howard
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
I am asserting my dominance as a tough female rapper
Lil' Kim pussy (uh) how preposterous is that?
My public persona as Lil' Kim is crazy and outrageous
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (come on)
We are focused on making money while others just talk negatively
Uh, right back at ya, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
I am clever and bold like the great queen Cleopatra
Diggin' in your stash (Niggas think they gonna get some ass)
I am looking for money, and others may think they will get sexual favors from me
No money money
If you don't have money, you don't have a chance with me
No licky licky, fuck the dicky dicky
I am not interested in oral sex, only penetrative sex
And the quickie, gimme your loot
I want quick sex and money from you
Your MAC-11 then shoot
If you refuse to give me what I want, I will use a gun
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
You don't have good game, John Paul
Shouldn't compete if you can't wet it, forget it
You shouldn't try to compete with me sexually unless you are good at it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
Don't worry, I'm sure you could satisfy me if you tried
Make you cum smooth if you let it
I can make you orgasm easily if you let me
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin
My life is filled with laughter and music, but also with danger and crime
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
While you are talking trash, you don't realize what I am capable of
we makin' hits Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
We are successful and making lots of money through our music, and will continue to do so
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
I love to wear luxurious diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl, uh
I am a strong and dominant woman who can stand beside any man
(That's right)
Affirming my statement and confidence
(Nine-six Bad Boy, come on)
A reference to the Bad Boy record label and their successful music
to give you what you need
We are here to provide the audience with what they want and enjoy
we continue on
We will keep going and working hard towards our success
Lyrics © DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: James Brown, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, Steven A. Jordan
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