Lyrics:
Young Bleed Time And Money

time, but nigga, your boys follow me, I'm gonna blast mine Nigga huh, nigga what [Chorus x2: Young Bleed] Time is money, money is time, that Nigga Bleed

of all time so you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write

Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest Walk witt me, Green Lantern Jae Hood Two guns up All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns

My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a I'm the one, come see, lookey I, and come meet The young

white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and

You see some people like to play the dating game Meet a new freak and ask, "What's your name?" Wine and dine and waste all that time Spending money on

like to make love? I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop Turn up the radio and drop the top I see you look so good, and your so fine Young

time that they hand out But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out 'Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty Commandin' respect and

with a broken leg? Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg Last place in the race I ain't never led Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out