Time iz $

Chorus:

Time is money and money's the wor orld

Time keeps on tickin'

Whose world is this, world is this?

I gotta get my money ain't a damn thang' funny.

Time is money and money's the wor orld

Time keeps on tickin'

Whose world is this, world is this?

I gotta get my money ain't a damn thang' funny.

Verse 1

Time is money and money the world going round.

Supply and demand is an understanding in every town.

Purchase these thoughts on this track for my dividends.

Man this is how the whole world spins.

Now if you got then good.

Make money out of money.

It ain’t funny.

You have a need to achieve,

So =believe= me.

Mo M-O-N-E-Y equals power.

Doing anything for chicken feed, chump change at any hour.

Take a risk and reach out for the stars.

To live lavish is an American Dream, driving plush new cars.

Bank Rolls; New Clothes; Tight flows and shows when you’re fucking with Black Bo.

Folks, we depend on you for the shit, so we’re making hit after hit using studio time to lift…

From those bus and them BART rides…

To flying those friendly skies…

To hoping on stage to get paid =right?=

Make a hit single and mingle at rapper balls…

E.P.-ing ourselves for the shelves so we can shot call.

Chorus x2:

Verse 2

I'm doing lyrical acrobatics, using tactics.

I'm trying to get it, get it, got it, but there's no satisfaction.

The clock is tickin'

The sand's slipping

And I'm getting fractions,

but I'm bout' to drop a load on em'

Fire and explode on em'

Hold on them contributions I'm with a crew of rootiness tootness cats that's down for the pay back!

We all invested, while doing dirty and stressin'

our time and energy,

now it's time for us to see,

through these trials and tribulations,

hard times and being patient.

I had to go out and get it, cus' I'm tired of fuckin' wit' it!

I had to go out and get it, cus' I'm tired of fuckin' wit' it!

Verse 3

Time iz money and it’s funny how the game don’t quit

Bullshitting caint be healthy

for a pot made for piss.

I’m working round the clock

tick tick tock

I caint stop in this maze

I got to have it even when I get paid

I’m laying down laws and regulations

Keeping my peace to myself.

I can’t be sitting like a book on a shelf.

Collecting dust

Naw greens

Make money,

man time flies

I’m trying to do more than get by

Reaching for the top of the skies...

I got to have it in the worse way

I got to see a better day soon

I keep it cracking

I make it happen

But what you gon’ do?

I gotta get around.

Sit around twidlin’ my thumbs?

Neva.

I can’t do it baby boy

I’m way too cleva.

See it plot and strategize.

Make a dream materialize

And surprise Niggas!

Here it is…

Before your eyes.

But some times my eyes play tricks on me.

Feel it and touch

One flower in a bed of weeds

Man I’m way too tough.