Minute
What you got like a minute?
Fuck
Let's get runnin'
Cartier wrist on fleek
Diamonds hit Mozambique
I'm drippin' in Off-White tees
You think you special please
You like the third this week
She got that faucet leak
I took her from the streets
We fucking in a five-star suite
Aye, yuh
Just want a minute of your time
'Cause ain't no cap you looking divine
Just gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
If you can slide
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Bitch we talking wishlist
Bitch we talking business
Bitch we talking AP wrist, yea, his and hers shit
What you want a Birkin?
Babe you got it workin'
Smokin' on this herb shit aye, yuh
Outer space yuh
This blunt a closed case yuh
I've been feeling laced yuh
Popping all this Ace yuh
I just did the dash yuh
I just need my cash yuh
Put it on my hands yuh
I'm in hot demand yuh
She feeling on my suit
She liking the way I move
Except when I bring home like two
Except when I bring home like three
Not fucking with this polygamy, yuh
Asking what the fuck wrong with me
No I'm sorry
But what you doin' tonight?
Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha doing?
Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha doing?
Whatcha doing tonight?
Slide over
Slide over
Slide over
Aye, yuh
Just want a minute of your time
'Cause ain't no cap you looking divine
Just gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
If you can slide
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Fuck
Let's get runnin'
Cartier wrist on fleek
Diamonds hit Mozambique
I'm drippin' in Off-White tees
You think you special please
You like the third this week
She got that faucet leak
I took her from the streets
We fucking in a five-star suite
Aye, yuh
Just want a minute of your time
'Cause ain't no cap you looking divine
Just gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
If you can slide
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Bitch we talking wishlist
Bitch we talking business
Bitch we talking AP wrist, yea, his and hers shit
What you want a Birkin?
Babe you got it workin'
Smokin' on this herb shit aye, yuh
Outer space yuh
This blunt a closed case yuh
I've been feeling laced yuh
Popping all this Ace yuh
I just did the dash yuh
I just need my cash yuh
Put it on my hands yuh
I'm in hot demand yuh
She feeling on my suit
She liking the way I move
Except when I bring home like two
Except when I bring home like three
Not fucking with this polygamy, yuh
Asking what the fuck wrong with me
No I'm sorry
But what you doin' tonight?
Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha doing?
Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha doing?
Whatcha doing tonight?
Slide over
Slide over
Slide over
Aye, yuh
Just want a minute of your time
'Cause ain't no cap you looking divine
Just gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
If you can slide
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Over, over, over to mine
Credits
Writer(s): Raghav Krishnan
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