Lyrics Time Iz Money - Big Syke, E-40, DJ Quik

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