Time i$ Money
I can't afford any mistakes I got a lot up on my plate
Yo the choices that I make are now deciding fate
Create a destiny similar to ecstasy I got the right ingredients
But now I need to learn the recipes to get my grown man on
With two firm feet to stand on get a plan going
Get some cash I can expand on I dream of obscene cream and the lap of luxury
Yo this is Freddy Laps ain't no way you touching me nah
I'm causing panic like a bomb threat ahead of my time my parents aren't born yet
I have the same rep Jason Bourne gets when I'm up in any set
Son you talk about the broads while I keep em plenty wet
Call me Freddy Jet how I'm moving at the top speeds
Hung like a stallion plus Italian chickens call me rocky
You can not stop me you and your mans is too sloppy
I spit my own shit while you copy you paying ghost writers just for keeping you hot
Son my flows is so much tighter and I'm squeezing your knot
Like some pussie pimples if you rush me trust me
You wimps will get your head spun like they was windmills
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
Slow progress no progress baby mom's gossip
Bag the hottest in the league get him for his pockets
After having mini me now she out the projects
Once they ship em over seas shortys screaming hostage
You know the life's tail it's seeming type ill
Thin line between love and hate so we like real
To me it's asinine young ones rather grab the nine
Roll in the strips until the end of time
Dime wifeys custom nikes though the clock will still click when your watch is ice
The game of life is a grimy thing full of diamond rings
Money hungry dames weed and Hennessy will block the pain
If life's a bitch I'll pimp her date her baby sister
Have his lady actin crazier then Jack the Ripper
Don't crack a smile not a damn thing funny duke
I'm a grown ass man and my time is money
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
Son I learned in my life only to trust a few
And all these barriers were set up for just busting through
I'm crushing whoever wanna break my stride
And in the past is where all my mistakes reside
You gotta stay focused if not this life's hopeless
I stay the dopest and I'm spitting from the heart
So crisp and sharp these L's I twist and spark
Free my mind from all the nonsense I've split apart from my conscience
To make cash I'm showing no emotions
This goes to all my foes I'm knowing that your scoping
Hoping I get locked or shot until that happens I'm not gone stop
Too many make it then flop on top spit fake shit to stay hot or pop
So I scheme and I plot to get your team from the top
Drop from the spot that you never should've got
I'm forever gonna rock while severing your knot
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
Yo the choices that I make are now deciding fate
Create a destiny similar to ecstasy I got the right ingredients
But now I need to learn the recipes to get my grown man on
With two firm feet to stand on get a plan going
Get some cash I can expand on I dream of obscene cream and the lap of luxury
Yo this is Freddy Laps ain't no way you touching me nah
I'm causing panic like a bomb threat ahead of my time my parents aren't born yet
I have the same rep Jason Bourne gets when I'm up in any set
Son you talk about the broads while I keep em plenty wet
Call me Freddy Jet how I'm moving at the top speeds
Hung like a stallion plus Italian chickens call me rocky
You can not stop me you and your mans is too sloppy
I spit my own shit while you copy you paying ghost writers just for keeping you hot
Son my flows is so much tighter and I'm squeezing your knot
Like some pussie pimples if you rush me trust me
You wimps will get your head spun like they was windmills
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
Slow progress no progress baby mom's gossip
Bag the hottest in the league get him for his pockets
After having mini me now she out the projects
Once they ship em over seas shortys screaming hostage
You know the life's tail it's seeming type ill
Thin line between love and hate so we like real
To me it's asinine young ones rather grab the nine
Roll in the strips until the end of time
Dime wifeys custom nikes though the clock will still click when your watch is ice
The game of life is a grimy thing full of diamond rings
Money hungry dames weed and Hennessy will block the pain
If life's a bitch I'll pimp her date her baby sister
Have his lady actin crazier then Jack the Ripper
Don't crack a smile not a damn thing funny duke
I'm a grown ass man and my time is money
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
Son I learned in my life only to trust a few
And all these barriers were set up for just busting through
I'm crushing whoever wanna break my stride
And in the past is where all my mistakes reside
You gotta stay focused if not this life's hopeless
I stay the dopest and I'm spitting from the heart
So crisp and sharp these L's I twist and spark
Free my mind from all the nonsense I've split apart from my conscience
To make cash I'm showing no emotions
This goes to all my foes I'm knowing that your scoping
Hoping I get locked or shot until that happens I'm not gone stop
Too many make it then flop on top spit fake shit to stay hot or pop
So I scheme and I plot to get your team from the top
Drop from the spot that you never should've got
I'm forever gonna rock while severing your knot
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it
Thank God for every thing that he gave me
Time is money so don't you waste it
I'm sick of struggling I just can't take it
My time is here and I can almost taste it if you feel it ain't along with me
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Writer(s): Moses Bradley
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