Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Iz Money, artist - Big Syke. Album song Big Syke Daddy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2001
Record label: Rideonum Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Time Iz Money |
| See, time is money, and money is time |
| I’m goin' to get mine anywhere I can find |
| I’m from the sunshine state where the hate don’t wait |
| Ocean breeze, palm trees, and thug disease |
| Baby, please, I hang around thieves and G’s |
| So go 'head, squeeze, ain’t no need to tease |
| In the race, I’ma win — let the games begin |
| Smellin' like skunk, now she drunk off gin |
| Pretend I’m your boyfriend (My boyfriend?) |
| Yeah, I’m your boyfriend |
| I got things I need to do, can’t be playin' with you |
| If the chips overdue, you’ll be comin' anew |
| Got two things I don’t waste: money and my time |
| Playin' with my mind, girl, you’re way outta line |
| My paper on pause just to get them drawers |
| You know you with a crook, we ain’t breakin' no laws |
| Time is money, and uh, money is time |
| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine |
| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by |
| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high |
| I do my, I do my thug thizzlemajig |
| My favorite pistola, my Sig |
| Sauer, disabler, stapler, wiggle your wig |
| I fell off in her crib on a good one, mayne |
| Her crevice so wet, some wanna get with me |
| I got a bag full of lettuce, bumpin' my favorite slow ballad |
| Why you procrastinatin' and renegin'? |
| Twist up on salad (Salad) |
| My eyes just the reddest, I’m twisted, hampered, and high (High) |
| Diggin' and divin' and lyin' all in them thighs (Thighs) |
| I said, «What's my name?,» she said, «Your majesty» |
| «How it feel?» |
| «It's all gravity» |
| Stickin' and movin' and groovin', gettin' her off (Uh-huh) |
| Doin' it in all of the rooms and all on the couch (Couch) |
| I come from the soil (Soil), where coffee pots boil (Boil) |
| Hustlas be handlin' they business, pharmists and chemists (Chemists) |
| Players be flossin' and coonin', wellin' and timin' (Timin') |
| Haters be plottin' and schemin', scammin' and tryin' (Tryin') |
| My time is money (Money), my money is time (Time) |
| Me and my potnas like it, DJ Quik on the grind (Grind) |
| Spliffin' and sippin' and perkin', belchin' and burpin' (Burpin') |
| Spittin' and rhymin' and rappin', sellin' and workin' (Workin') |
| Time is money, and uh, money is time |
| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine |
| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by |
| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high |
| I saw you walkin' down the street and I had to stop |
| Turn up that break bad and drop the top |
| But what’s happenin' with your girl and that drank — she gulp it down hard |
| What you doin' hangin' with that broken-down broad? |
| (I don’t know) |
| Girl, you need to get it while the gettin' is good |
| And stop lettin' her keep you in the hood, little mama (You right) |
| 'Cause time is money, and we all on the clock |
| And we ain’t no new faces, we’ve been known on the block |
| Look at E-40, look at Big Syke (Right) |
| Look at your boy Quik wheelie on that bike |
| Yo, we got it sittin' on our tailfeathers? |
| (Nah) |
| No, we them ghetto postmen tryna mail letters |
| 'Cause ain’t nothin' like the sound of them bills |
| When we fan 'em in your face and it’s all our scrill for real |
| And your homegirl standin' there drinkin' |
| Makin' you look bad, now tell me what you thinkin'? |
| Number one, I don’t like lint (Good) |
| Hangin' around nine broke muthafuckas, I’ll be the tenth |
| Number two (What?), stay up on my paper chase, in your face |
| I’m Witch Hazel, and I ain’t got time to waste (Yes) |
| Time is money, and uh, money is time |
| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine |
| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by |
| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high |
| Time is money, and uh, money is time |
| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine |
| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by |
| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high |