Itl Marco - OVERTIME Lyrics

I got 10 in my pocket, another 20 on my wrist
Countin' up this money while I'm f*ckin' on your bitch
Shawty talkin' crazy like she tryna have my kid
I pop a couple bottles at the club and we get lit
We get lit, we get sauced up
She said that I get her wetter than some runnin' water
Rollin' up on wood, I stuff this bitch with like a quarter
That lil' shawty petty, she keep actin' like I lost her
Yeah, I ain't lose nothin
When I pull up to a crib, I leave the engine runnin
I just smoked a whole ounce, flip a whole onion
All my whips ain't got no keys, so I push the button
Yeah, I'm slidin' in a coupe, I'm hydroplanin' in the rain
Make this money every day it make my problems go away
They been speakin' on my name, don't give a f*ck what people say
I make deposits at the bank, I'm with your bitch, she tryna stay
She tryna play, I don't play no games
Pockets got the range, in the whip, I'm switchin' lanes
Gas pull tank, when I skirt off, it shoot flame
Bitches know I got the dollar, she gon' call me Dame
I got ten in my pocket, another twenty on my wrist
Countin' up this money while I'm f*ckin' on your bitch
Shawty talkin' crazy like she tryna have my kid
I pop a couple bottles at the club and we get lit
We get lit, we get sauced up
She said that I got her wetter than some runnin' water
Rollin' up on wood, I stuff this bitch with like a quarter
Tell her shawty petty, she keep actin' like I lost her
Big ring on it, got them Vs and them VVs
Bitch, I ain't no lumberjack, but we sellin' trees
Neck be on froze, so I keep a couple geese
Young in the OZ, now I'm smokin' OZs
Said I ride her like a bull, so I ole
And I'm all up in her mouth just like Colgate
Skirt off in the whip, it got that V8
Two hundred on the dash, I hit the E-Way
I just hit the jeweler for a chain, said it better have some weight
I just told the bitch to hurry up, I don't like waitin
Workin' overtime, no, I don't like takin' breaks
If I'm pullin' up, it better come with a payment
I got ten in my pocket, another twenty on my wrist
Countin' up this money while I'm f*ckin' on your bitch
Shawty talkin' crazy like she tryna have my kid
I pop a couple bottles at the club and we get lit
We get lit, we get soft sauced up
She said that I got her wetter than some runnin' water
Rollin' up on what I stuffed this bitch with like a quarter
That lil' shawty petty, she keep actin' like I lost her