City Spud - No Tyme

〈intro: city spud〉
Yeah, right
Nelly, st. louis, city
If you wonder what i'm doing better know

〈hook: st. louis, city spud〉
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't 'bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny, got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what i'm doing, better know
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what i'm doing, better know

〈verse 1: nelly〉
You talking money then you calling my name
You talking 'bout flippin' money then you talking my game
You talking 'bout gettin' money then we talking the same
You talking 'bout small money then you talking the lame
I'm like that, so mellow, whole nother level
Metallica in the trunk, heavy metal
5.0, yup, i gets little, guess who's back?
Uh-uh, no riddle, two bad bitches, guess who in the middle?
Three fifteen, yup, guess who eating vittles?
You still eating kibbles but the bitch won't get it
If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it
If the seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it
If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it
Hear what i tell you, man? don't play with it
Nope, nope, don't play with it
I collect money like child support
I got to get it 'cause i got to pay child support
'cause my baby mama think i'm like a slot machine
I like soccer moms, i'm on a "sock her" team
From the block to the board room
We can do it in the streets or in the court room
I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room
Now a nigga shootin' jumpers from the fourth room
You better know
〈hook: st. louis, city spud〉
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't 'bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny, got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what i'm doing, better know
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what i'm doing, better know

〈verse 2: city spud〉
I ain't got time to be sipping out tryin' to be trippin'
Got to get this money, nigga with the rhyme or the chicken (right?)
Never talk shit got a bad bitch with a
Fat ass nigga that'll put it down in the kitchen
You don't want to see me whip it (whip it)
Turn the stove high, pop that spark cigarillo till it's sittin' (yeah)
Add the baking soda and the dope then you whip it till it's hard
Add a lot of different colors what you get? (hey)
'tics in the grass, c class offset dubs
Tinted windows and the paint be chameleon (yeah)
Chilling like a villain one twenty on forty
With a shorty that i met the other day that i was feeling (feeling)
She don't get nada (nada), ne-ne-nada (nada)
Nope, nope, ne ne-nada (nada)
No wine glasses, sipping out tha bottle (bottle)
No four seasons, only the ramada inn
No chanel, no-no prada (no prada)
Just lavelle, boonk and muscato (muscato)
So bring michelle, kim and natacha (yeah)
Canary yell, 'cause shorty ass proper
You, you can get it, she can get it
Them, they can get it, all y'all can get it
And i'm cool as i want to be, smooth as i want to be
But don't get it twisted, nigga, the tool stay up under me, yeah
〈hook: st. louis〉
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't 'bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny, got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit
If you wonder what i'm doing, better know
Bitch, i'm counting these hundreds
If it ain't bout money then i ain't got time for that
And it ain't shit funny got to keep the block running
So i ain't got time for that
Nigga, you broke from tricking these hoes
You ain't got time for that
Nigga, fuck that bitch, i'm trying to get rich
I ain't got time for that shit

〈outro: city spud〉
Look, if you wonder what i'm doing, better know

City Spud is a part of the St. Lunatics, a group that included Nelly.

Per The Riverfront Times, he was often mistaken for Nelly’s brother, and his name was explained by Ali (another member of the St. Lunatics) as follows:

We called him City Spud for the fact that he was -- it was like calling a fat person Tiny. He was from the county. He was always from the county, real passive, real nice, real neat, just a really cool guy. He was so county that we called him City.