If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) [feat. Method Man]
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๐ Lyrics
Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the trรฉ and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes "I'm not your Santa"
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the trรฉ and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes "I'm not your Santa"
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:41.57] Look, vibe with me
[00:43.89] Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
[00:45.79] Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
[00:49.02] Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
[00:52.04] The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
[00:55.12] My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
[00:58.17] He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
[01:01.25] See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
[01:04.18] Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
[01:07.32] It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
[01:10.44] Between the trรฉ and the dough, boy, we bred different
[01:13.67] So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
[01:16.56] If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
[01:19.79] So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
[01:23.41] And after the last call, the bar close
[01:25.88] They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
[01:27.84] Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
[01:32.00] But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
[01:34.99] Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
[01:38.10] Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
[01:41.00] Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
[01:44.24] Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
[01:47.31] King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
[01:50.46] When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
[01:53.40] Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
[01:56.52] Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
[01:59.66] Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
[02:02.81] Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
[02:05.84] Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
[02:09.03] I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
[02:12.28] I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
[02:15.11] I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
[02:18.11] Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
[02:21.21] Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
[02:24.36] Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
[02:27.41] No type of slander but tell them hoes "I'm not your Santa"
[02:30.36] Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
[02:33.53] Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
[02:36.63] If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
[02:39.98] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:42.86] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:45.91] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[02:48.92] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:52.02] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:55.04] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[03:09.56] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:13.45] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:16.58] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[03:19.61] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:22.72] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:25.80] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[00:43.89] Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
[00:45.79] Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
[00:49.02] Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
[00:52.04] The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
[00:55.12] My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
[00:58.17] He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
[01:01.25] See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
[01:04.18] Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
[01:07.32] It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
[01:10.44] Between the trรฉ and the dough, boy, we bred different
[01:13.67] So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
[01:16.56] If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
[01:19.79] So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
[01:23.41] And after the last call, the bar close
[01:25.88] They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
[01:27.84] Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
[01:32.00] But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
[01:34.99] Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
[01:38.10] Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
[01:41.00] Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
[01:44.24] Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
[01:47.31] King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
[01:50.46] When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
[01:53.40] Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
[01:56.52] Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
[01:59.66] Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
[02:02.81] Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
[02:05.84] Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
[02:09.03] I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
[02:12.28] I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
[02:15.11] I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
[02:18.11] Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
[02:21.21] Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
[02:24.36] Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
[02:27.41] No type of slander but tell them hoes "I'm not your Santa"
[02:30.36] Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
[02:33.53] Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
[02:36.63] If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
[02:39.98] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:42.86] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:45.91] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[02:48.92] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:52.02] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:55.04] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[03:09.56] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:13.45] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:16.58] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[03:19.61] If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:22.72] I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:25.80] Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made