If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) [feat. Method Man]

Look, vibe with me

Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me?

Who kinda miss me can kindly 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 tré 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 spitting in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dawg

And after the last call, the bar close

This my Cohiba, cigar blow

Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallaby Clark soles

But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore?

Hard-boiled, taking you 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 bands 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

My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama

Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas

Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' pretty but watch your manners

Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda

No type of slander but 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 bringing 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 till 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 till 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 till 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 till I got mine, my mind made