F.G.M.G - Money & Time

The benz and the beamers out
Going into another route
This is what your really about
Aint no need to scream and shout
Who you think your fooling whore
I think your a stupid whore
Come into the studio
And acting like your coolio
Im going to let your nigga know
I am not your missletoe
Get your ass up out my floor
And go ahead and chase that dough
Gucci is the trapgod
They call me the rapgod
Nigga you a fucking fraud
I hope the sky and your squad
I do this for the streets and the hood
If a nigga try me i wish a nigga would
Im derrick rose at the freethrow line
Never miss im a shooter i dont waste no time
Aint no time for sleep because a nigga got to eat
We winning over here we will never take defeat
I do this for the hood and i do this for the street
I do this for the hood and i do this for the street
Time is money money is time
Time is money money is time
Time is money money is time
Time is money money and time
You know me its your boy nino
Fly till i die like a damn bald eagle
Doing me since January third ninety-one
Every since i was young was known as the smart one
Niggas think they fucking with me
They must be on one
Then i guess i am too if you think your getting blue
Let me stop talking shit before a nigga play stupid
And i murk a bitch who you nigga
Got to play your cards right or play dead
And kill a snitch on site like off with your head
Play with fire and get your ass burned
Trying to steal bread
Aint no time for sleep because a nigga got to eat
We winning over here we will never take defeat
I do this for the hood and i do this for the street
I do this for the hood and i do this for the street
Time is money money is time
Time is money money is time
Time is money money is time
Time is money money and time

Written by:
Benny Anderson jr, dominique anderson, Geno childs jr, George Carter, prince dortch

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