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 gs 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 yeah i m your boyfriend i got things i need to do can t be playin with you if the chips overdue youll be comin anew got two things i dont 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 my eyes just the reddest i m twisted hampered and high diggin and divin and lyin all in them 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 doin it in all of the rooms and all on the couch i come from the soil where coffee pots boil hustlas be handlin they business pharmists and chemists players be flossin and coonin wellin and timin haters be plottin and schemin scammin and tryin my time is money my money is time me and my potnas like it dj quik on the grind spliffin and sippin and perkin belchin and burpin spittin and rhymin and rappin sellin and 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 girl you need to get it while the gettin is good and stop lettin her keep you in the hood little mama 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 look at your boy quik wheelie on that bike yo we got it sittin on our tailfeathers 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 hangin around nine broke muthafuckas i ll be the tenth number two stay up on my paper chase in your face i m witch hazel and i ain t got time to waste 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