Текст (слова) песни: Young Bleed f Too $hort - Time and Money

 
(Young Bleed) 
See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks 
If ya know that`s a nigga aphrodesiac 
Nigga, where the geez be at? 
You can catch me chillin steady feelin` like what what what 
Y`all niggas get the feelin` huh 
Willin` and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin` 
and hailin` them twigs, nigga ain`t no tellin` 
Steady hustlin` high it`s do or die for a hustla 
Do your thing remain same and loyal customers 
Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back 
It`s like that, we gon` ice that 
But if they strike back is you ready for me? 
Better be, some hoes will never be 
Slippin` in this game, nigga never me 
Nigga, don`t give a fuck if ya bigger 
The zag zipper got it off the hook 
Know the bitches, no look haters don`t wanna crumble the crook 
Leave em shook, keep flippin` em 
See that`s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, 
I`m gonna blast mine 
Nigga huh, nigga what 
 
Chorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X) 
 
Time is money, money is time, 
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, 
call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, 
anything in my way, I"m comin` for your jugular 
(*Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat*) 
 
(Too $hort) 
Now where you think you goin` bitch, I ain`t through with you 
I ain`t seen no other hoes I wanna do it to 
got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you 
take you to a hotel and freak you bitch 
Short Dogg gettin` at that ass 
I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass 
I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck 
Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up 
Punk bitches stare, they can`t compare to you 
These fake hoes don`t know what real players do, bitch 
I popped in the nudey tape, bitch 
I love the way the booty shakes 
So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit 
Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit 
Roll a big fat join start smokin` it 
Cuz I`m a real ass nigga I ain`t jokin` Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH 
 
Chorus: Too $hort 
 
Time is money, money is time, 
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, 
call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, 
and if ya get in my way, you gettin` fucked up BITCH 
 
(Young Bleed) 
Lookin` at the sunshine and it`s about that time 
Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine 
From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin` dirt 
for whatever it`s worth 
You know, gotta take it slow though 
People gonna wanna take my photo 
You don`t know though, that`s why I stay solo 
Hounded like a mad man, kickin` up dust 
Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way 
No more discussion, what`s the repercussion? 
When it really don`t matter, niggas get shattered dreams, 
when they see the buckshots scatter 
Save the chatter for the mama, you ain`t bout no drama 
I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number 
Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps 
Where if it don`t make dollars, then it don`t make sense 
That`s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints 
And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin` dead presidents, ya heard me 
 
Chorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X) 
 
(Young Bleed) 
Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I`m sayin, one time nigga
 

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