A1flexxn - Minimum Wage Lyrics

Riding with some sip on me
Riding with a clip on me uh
Hot box gas tank on E
Do the dash tearing up the whole street uh
I get it done just leave it to me
Bitch we making ten bands in a week uh
Six cars pulled up in a fleet
Pull up coupe skirt off in a jeep uh
Im smooth and im silent
Twelve can't get a peep out of me uh
Hit her on a recliner
She say my trap spot it look like a sweet uh
Runnin shit like I put on some cleats
But these Versace boots on my feet
I go to bed get paid in my sleep
Aint no minimum waging for me

Three phones aint no paging me
Bitch I get paid six days out the week
Pour a four of that dirty turn the lemonade sweet
Take it right under they nose put the work in the sheets
All this money dirty got you thinking that I sneezed
1500 on some glasses and I spend it like its cheap
Niggas money like molasses I don't need to compete
Now it make sense cuz these niggas really sweet
I don't need no critiquing swear I don't need it huh huh
Her body unique she a redbone like a demon uh
Her pussy wet call her fema uh
I touchdown go straight to neimans uh
Blow these racks I make it look so easy uh
Took your hoe with me I was just teasing uh
Im out of mind out of sight I hit the booth and take flight
Yeah yeah
Finess a nigga I might but I don't call myself sheist
Yeah yeah
She telling me bout her life when all I wanna do is pipe
This only the first night and she on this dick motorbike
Swear I can't love that bitch uh

Riding with some sip on me
Riding with a clip on me uh
Hot box gas tank on E
Do the dash tearing up the whole street uh
I get it done just leave it to me
Bitch we making ten bands in a week uh
Six cars pulled up in a fleet
Pull up coupe skirt off in a jeep uh
I'm smooth and i'm silent
Twelve can't get a peep out of me uh
Hit her on a recliner
She say my trap spot it look like a sweet uh
Runnin shit like I put on some cleats
But these Versace boots on my feet
I go to bed get paid in my sleep
Aint no minimum waging for me

Ooo ooo I'm kicking big shit kung fu
I had to tell Mo motto drop the roof
Shittin on niggas like I gotta poop
And yes its some sticks when we come through
Take a nigga bitch that's what money do
Why get one whip when you can get two
I took off with his sack that ain't nothing new
Ran through forty racks I can back that
But a nigga really don't like to backtrack
Seen a can and I almost had a flashback
Line blowing I got 61 snapchats
Lotta cheese in my future I can foresee
I'm swithcing whips every other week I'm lowkey
Heard he gave the feds his phone that shit blowed me
My money talking it keep saying A1 blow me
I don't ever react I just go get a sack
Put them loads in that old Pontiac
Hit the road it ain't no turning back yeah
We serving that white like the pope
Take a couple perks and I start to float
I clean up real nice you can just call me soap
I put that cash on my mind yeah I devote
Riding round with a stick on the seat huh
And I got some pounds next to me
Twelve get behind me imma flee
We throw exotic in the frontal leafs
F*ck around serve a nigga in Givenchy
He hit me back and he said the dope was splendid
I'm mixing gas in the wood yeah we blending
She was bad so I put her on suspension
Too many racks I don't need your commission