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Young Bleed lyrics : "Time And Money"

[Young Bleed]
See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks
If ya know that's a ^!$$% aphrodesiac

^!$$%, where the geez be at?
You can catch me chillin steady feelin' like what what what
Y'all ^!$$%s get the feelin' huh

Willin' and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin'
And hailin' them twigs, ^!$$% 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, ^!$$% never me

^!$$%, don't give a $#&@ if ya bigger
The zag zipper got it off the hook
Know the (*##$es, no look haters don't wanna crumble the crook

Leave em shook, keep flippin' em
See that's the past time, but ^!$$%, your boys follow me,
I'm gonna blast mine

^!$$% huh, ^!$$% what

[Chorus x2: Young Bleed]

Time is money, money is time,
That ^!$$% 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 "(*##$!" throughout repeat]

[Too $hort]
Now where you think you goin' (*##$, 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 (*##$

Short Dogg gettin' at that $$#
I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that $$#
I could tell the way she dance, she like to $#&@

Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up
Punk (*##$es stare, they can't compare to you
These fake hoes don't know what real players do, (*##$

I popped in the nudey tape, (*##$
I love the way the booty shakes
So when I hit it from the backside say oh %#@!

Gotta get it like that while I stroke the !@$%
Roll a big fat join start smokin' it
Cuz I'm a real $$# ^!$$% I ain't jokin' (*##$, (*##$, (*##$, BEOTCH

[Chorus: Too $hort]

Time is money, money is time,
That ^!$$% 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' $#&@ed up !#$*

[Young Bleed]

Lookin' at the sunshine and it's about that time
Fo a ^!$$% 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, ^!$$%s 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 x2]

[Young Bleed]
Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I'm sayin, one time ^!$$%

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