Overtime

"Overtime"

Should’ve told you that shit last time

Money got me working overtime

So I’ma make up for the past time

Late nights by the ocean

Thinking ‘bout what we could’ve been

All this money that we should’ve spent

But now I’m adding up my dividends

I’m living my life in Miami

Brought two choppers with the family

And me and Baby count a lot of cash

And we got bitches with a lot of ass

I fucked on your friend ‘cause she wanted it

At least I hit you with the honest shit

Do you think it’s love or the opposite?

Well I’d rather dwell on accomplishments

But can I take you by the hand though

And I’ma light up all the candles

I’m tryna give you that, I can’t go without that

Know what I know

Beat it ‘til your eyes closed

Make movies on your cellphone

But I’m coming to get you back

Oh god, oh god, I want you back

I guess that’s what I get for overtime

See this what happens when you really grind

You gon’ lose a lot if you tryna shine

So I turn my feelings to dollar signs

Every girl in the city, had to fuck with me

Broken hearts on the door mat

So much sauce, you can’t stop that

Where would you be? Where would you be without me?

Still in these streets, still in these streets without me

Girl I’ve been getting this money

That’s hundreds and hundreds and more

Don’t lie, you really want money and honey I’m having some more

Been a long time since the world seen a nigga like me

Said it is what it is, it ain’t hard to see

But I’m coming to get you back

Oh god, oh god, I want you back

I guess that’s what I get for overtime

See this what happens when you really grind

You gon’ lose a lot if you tryna shine

So I turn my feelings to dollar signs

The pussy good and yeah I’m missing that

I lost you but I know I get you back

And if I got to choose between love and money

You know I’ma go get the bags

Tired of arguing all the fucking time

So lately I been working overtime

Gang bringing in the fucking dimes

So why you always tryna fuck someone?

Turned all my emotions to dollars

A check ain’t never been no problem

Every bitch I want I got ‘em

I just started fucking my followers

Everytime I jump in my Bentley I swear I get all in my feelings

Cause this is one hell of a feeling

Look up and I ain’t got a ceiling, the sky is the limit

Sitting up, riding up, pulling up

Came up, G’d up, feet up, getting up

Big money, nothing changed

Every day, switching lanes

Fast lane, spending change

Flipping hundreds, moving things

Bratt, bratt bratt

Just the way it got to be when we do it (bratt bratt bratt)

Just the way it got to be when we do it

Just the way it got to be when we pursue it

Money nothing else, we do it

But I’m coming to get you bae

Oh god, oh god, I want you bae

I guess that’s what I get for overtime

See this what happens when you really grind

You gon’ lose a lot if you tryna shine

So I turn my feelings to dollar signs

But I’m coming to get you bae

Oh god, oh god, I want you bae

I guess that’s what I get for overtime

See this what happens when you really grind

You gon’ lose a lot if you tryna shine

So I turn my feelings to dollar signs