Time Is Money Lyrics

Late at night you catch me creeping

Its on sight bitch ain't no speaking

Call you pastor call your deacon

Trust me because you're

Going to need them

Time is money neither's wasted

About my money love blue faces

Money hunting hundreds chasing

Time is money i'm impatient

They say time is money

My nigga don't waist it

Because you cant get it back

And you cannot save it

Life ain't a game no you cant replay it

But the days are the same

I fell like they repaying

I cant let life have me stuck in a loop

That old money cool

But i want something new

Call the family of town let them Know i'm coming through

I need plug on the gas

And plug on the booth

Now i'm on i10 bitch

I'm gone like the wind

On the way to a score

Trying to win

I'm about my cash give a

Fuck about a friend

Crooks money squad

And its that until the end

From spice lane to your

Lane and back

Fuck all that talk nigga lets get a bag

I call up traxx when i got a new track

Just give it some time

And it going to get a plaque

This shit that you seeing

Is years in them making

I cant even tell you

About chances we've taken

I cant even tell you how

Many was faking

But i'm back to the cash

And they back to the basics

Yes hating contagious so

Hands i ain't shaking

How the fuck am i starting

But still i ain't playing

I said name some one harder

But y'all still ain't say it

Since the throne up for grabs i'm Going to go ahead and take it

Because these boys playing

Late at night you catch me creeping

Its on sight bitch ain't no speaking

Call you pastor call your deacon

Trust me because you're

Going to need them

Time is money neither's wasted

About my money love blue faces

Money hunting hundreds chasing

Time is money i'm impatient

Late at night you catch me creeping

Its on sight bitch ain't no speaking

Call you pastor call your deacon

Trust me because you're

Going to need them

Time is money neither's wasted

About my money love blue faces

Money hunting hundreds chasing

Time is money i'm impatient

I'm blow smoke i'm

Pull on this blunt

Bitch i'm a hazard a fool with the gun

I twist a oz up and smoke it for lunch

One pint of the codeine

Now i'm in a slump

The heat or the fist tell me

Which one you want

The one for the cheap

Is the one the he bought

He questioning me nigga is you a cop

Either you want this shit

Or you not trying to cop

Make up your mind because

You waist my time

Or pull to the front because

You holding my line

My junkies is feening

Them need them a line

So is you shopping or not

Because i'm still getting mines

And i'ma grown man bro

I'm not with the joke's

Keep them comments to

Yourself because you don't

Want the smoke

I'm off the gas i'm off the dope Smoking so much i hope my

Chest do not close

Bar after bar bro you

Know i come with it

The life of the ghost is the

Shit that you wishing

Bitch you a thot some

My lips is off limits

The tip of the dick is the

Shit that she kissing

I want thew world yeah

They tell me i'm tripping

But i am the ghost i'm no

Hero or villain

On top of the world smoked

Out really chilling

Double cup screwed up i'm

Codeine sipping

Late at night you catch me creeping

Its on sight bitch ain't no speaking

Call you pastor call your deacon

Trust me because you're

Going to need them

Time is money neither's wasted

About my money love blue faces

Money hunting hundreds chasing

Time is money i'm impatient

Late at night you catch me creeping

Its on sight bitch ain't no speaking

Call you pastor call your deacon

Trust me because you're

Going to need them

Time is money neither's wasted

About my money love blue faces

Money hunting hundreds chasing

Time is money i'm impatient