(feat. Too $hort)



[Young Bleed]

See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks

If ya know that's a nigga aphrodesiac

Nigga, where the geez be at?

You can catch me chillin steady feelin' like what what what

Y'all niggas get the feelin' huh

Willin' and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin' 

and hailin' them twigs, nigga ain't no tellin' 

Steady hustlin' high it's do or die for a hustla

Do your thing remain same and loyal customers

Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back

It's like that, we gon' ice that

But if they strike back is you ready for me?

Better be, some hoes will never be

Slippin' in this game, nigga never me

Nigga, don't give a fuck if ya bigger

The zag zipper got it off the hook

Know the bitches, no look haters don't wanna crumble the crook

Leave em shook, keep flippin' em

See that's the past 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 and Too Short done hopped on the grind, 

call it a crime, that's the life of a hustla, 

anything in my way, I"m comin' for your jugular

[Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat]



[Too $hort]

Now where you think you goin' bitch, I ain't through with you

I ain't seen no other hoes I wanna do it to

got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you

take you to a hotel and freak you bitch

Short Dogg gettin' at that ass 

I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass

I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck

Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up

Punk bitches stare, they can't compare to you

These fake hoes don't know what real players do, bitch

I popped in the nudey tape, bitch

I love the way the booty shakes

So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit

Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit

Roll a big fat join start smokin' it

Cuz I'm a real ass nigga I ain't jokin' Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH



[Chorus: Too $hort]



Time is money, money is time, 

that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, 

call it a crime, that's the life of a hustla, 

and if ya get in my way, you gettin' fucked up BITCH



[Young Bleed]

Lookin' at the sunshine and it's about that time

Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine

From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin' dirt

for whatever it's worth

You know, gotta take it slow though 

People gonna wanna take my photo

You don't know though, that's why I stay solo

Hounded like a mad man, kickin' up dust 

Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way

No more discussion, what's the repercussion?

When it really don't matter, niggas get shattered dreams, 

when they see the buckshots scatter

Save the chatter for the mama, you ain't bout no drama

I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number

Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps

Where if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

That's evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints

And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin' dead presidents, ya heard me



[Chorus: Young Bleed][solo x2]



[Young Bleed]

Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I'm sayin, one time nigga