IN A MINUTE

What's up? What's up? Aye, what? Aye, yeah Bae, I caught the plane, bae I'm in ya city Really one of one, you ain't fuckin with me Married to the game, got my name ringing Need a milli on a check, tryna sit wit Gillie She gon' get da work when I go and hit it Now she begging for the Mercy, the Lamborghini I might give a bitch a purse, I ain't even trickin Still tryna trust women, shawty got me trippin (Woah, huh, aye) And I'm fallin for the mop, shawty caught me slippin Cops trippin when they caught him past the road limit Free my dawg out the Hope he end his sentence Water on my neck had her skinny dippin You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin I go missing on the thots tryna get attention Puttin jewels on the watch, you can't get a minute What? Aye Said it's static, say the word if you really wit it I been meeting bad bitches in my day clothes She don't f*ck with J names, but I still hit it Double R, now lil shawty want a Range Rover She see bread in the kid, lens rolls tinted What the f*ck? My city on a take over Fall in line like the Summer Break over And I can't break code for the guys Breakin bread foremost, puttin hoes to the side Big shit poppin, all these boys lookin quiet Need a thick tint flockin wit your hoes in the ride (Aye) Big kickin with ya hoes, all facts Young Miyagi, lemme put it on wax Niggas only put in shifts on the apps Broke as hell type shit, that's why they really all cap (Go to work, work, work-) Man I'm all in it Squad living all facts, niggas really winnin Authored his whole shit, he ain't authentic Lotta niggas copyin they ain't really printin, yeah Water on my neck had her skinny dippin You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin Oh she want me in the box like the penitentiary? Tryna pull up to the spot, lemme get a minute Wop Wop, Wop Wop, Wop Wop, Wop Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me, let me, let me see ya) Yeah Woah, aye And all my niggas from the C.I.T.Y. know me good and well Ex-shawty reminiscing, letter through the mail Facetimin niggas seeing if I'm doin well New shawty got a past, got her man mad Caught him looking at my gram, did it to himself That nigga better stick to the BandLab Niggas really put the beats on 'em down in FL Aye, tons of enemies Watch me get em all Drugs and remedies Y'all must did em all Think you gettin me? Bitch, you dead wrong Been ahead of these niggas, I did all the work I'll steal a nigga's song when I give out the verse I'll put her on Cam, pink fur on the purse Got her jumping on me like pogo, go beserk Puttin pussy with the beats, BOGOs for the hearse I been block, still tryna lose her Hurt a bitch ego and she pop out wit a rumor Some Girls love misspeaking with the tongue Sayin I'm a Rolling Stone like a nigga hittin two birds (What? What? What?) Used to the tactics Front on the mob, we ain't brought him back since Give out the song, then they get to askin Like, 'VON, when you finna drop Agh, I ain't finished with it Water on my neck had her skinny dippin You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin Finna turn the lil spot to a fuckin business Tryna put me on the clock, lemme get a minute Wop Wop, Wop Wop, Wop Wop, Wop Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me see ya) Go to work (Let me, let me, let me see ya) J'VON, nigga (Yeah) Mr. Digiorno, nigga (Ha) Know it's been a minute (I told you) How you feeling with it? (Damn, damn) Is you really with it? You get silly with it? (What's up? What's up?) Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye