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Wait a Minute Video (MV)




Performed By: Baby Money
Language: English
Written by: BABY MONEY, DAX TERRY




Baby Money - Wait a Minute Lyrics




(F*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) ayy

Ayy, hold up, wait a minute
Another opp done died and they
Tryna say we did it
They writin' down the sentences
They scared to take a sentence
They ain't wanna listen, so I
Had to make 'em listen, i'm a pit
Presi' number two, I'm the shit
Find a real crew and get rich
The downfall always 'bout a bitch
Too much drank in my system
Gotta maintain habit's
Block bang outta control
Gotta maintain traffic
Bro got plain jane Patek
It came from 'caine rappin'
First time coppin' a hundred
Had to change my whole status
I was broke back then, nigga
That's a closed chapter
Bitches f*ck automatic when you
In that 4Matic
I look up to kingpins, raised in the deep end
I ain't even gotta play, bitch
I bet the team win
You don't see Money, bitch
I bet you see twin
Nigga disrespect Crumbles, bitch
I bet you see him
F*ck up the extras with my mans
We ain't stressin' over bands
Gucci trunks on now, bitch, I can't even swim
I'm just doin' this for fashion
Doin' this shit laughin'
But always lookin' like money
I ain't into all that braggin'
My youngin snatchin' Trackhawks
Let you buy it and retag it
He ask me which ones I want
I said the fast one
You left the plug without no money
You ain't plannin' on coppin'
Yeah, all the whips strikers
We ain't plannin' on stoppin'
I used to cop lil' sacks 'cause
I ain't plan on rockin'
Now I buy a whole bag or my mans gon' cop it
Hit your block and take it over
And we hands on poppin'
Or we takin' vacant over
Have the bando rockin'
You don't even know the numbers
All that shit you talk cap
You just gettin' on the track
I'm already runnin' laps
Boy, I f*cked so many hoes
I don't think I gotta match
And I sell so many 'bows
Be forgettin' that I rap
Niggas always tryna fight
Be forgettin' 'bout a strap
You can take me as a joke
But I'ma get the last laugh
All I did was get the load
Now I'm the one they mad at
Love me more when I was broke
Hate me when I got them racks
I'm just sayin', nigga
Hold up, wait a minute
A nigga called me 'bout his bitch
He tellin' me I hit it
A nigga called me 'bout a hit
He tellin' me I sent it
I do that shit myself
Get on my feet and jump some fences
I got it out the trenches
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(F*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) ayy

Ayy, hold up, wait a minute
Another opp done died and they
Tryna say we did it
They writin' down the sentences
They scared to take a sentence
They ain't wanna listen, so I
Had to make 'em listen, i'm a pit
Presi' number two, I'm the shit
Find a real crew and get rich
The downfall always 'bout a bitch
Too much drank in my system
Gotta maintain habit's
Block bang outta control
Gotta maintain traffic
Bro got plain jane Patek
It came from 'caine rappin'
First time coppin' a hundred
Had to change my whole status
I was broke back then, nigga
That's a closed chapter
Bitches f*ck automatic when you
In that 4Matic
I look up to kingpins, raised in the deep end
I ain't even gotta play, bitch
I bet the team win
You don't see Money, bitch
I bet you see twin
Nigga disrespect Crumbles, bitch
I bet you see him
F*ck up the extras with my mans
We ain't stressin' over bands
Gucci trunks on now, bitch, I can't even swim
I'm just doin' this for fashion
Doin' this shit laughin'
But always lookin' like money
I ain't into all that braggin'
My youngin snatchin' Trackhawks
Let you buy it and retag it
He ask me which ones I want
I said the fast one
You left the plug without no money
You ain't plannin' on coppin'
Yeah, all the whips strikers
We ain't plannin' on stoppin'
I used to cop lil' sacks 'cause
I ain't plan on rockin'
Now I buy a whole bag or my mans gon' cop it
Hit your block and take it over
And we hands on poppin'
Or we takin' vacant over
Have the bando rockin'
You don't even know the numbers
All that shit you talk cap
You just gettin' on the track
I'm already runnin' laps
Boy, I f*cked so many hoes
I don't think I gotta match
And I sell so many 'bows
Be forgettin' that I rap
Niggas always tryna fight
Be forgettin' 'bout a strap
You can take me as a joke
But I'ma get the last laugh
All I did was get the load
Now I'm the one they mad at
Love me more when I was broke
Hate me when I got them racks
I'm just sayin', nigga
Hold up, wait a minute
A nigga called me 'bout his bitch
He tellin' me I hit it
A nigga called me 'bout a hit
He tellin' me I sent it
I do that shit myself
Get on my feet and jump some fences
I got it out the trenches
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Writer: BABY MONEY, DAX TERRY
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