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Minutes Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Critch
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Jason Critchlow




Jay Critch - Minutes Lyrics
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(Ayy, Hood Fav')

Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winnin' (and I'm winnin')
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (jugg)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (my limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shy with the .9, ain't timid (bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram
'Fore we pull up and swipe those digits (watch how you flex, jugg)
Uh, she give the brain, go psycho wit' it
She give the brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"

F*ck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (ah)
Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brushed (brush)
Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed
Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (baow)
And I was vouchin', but they wasn't wit' me
Whole 'lotta drattic and it's on smuts (smuts)
Whole 'lotta baddies and and they on smuts (smuty)
And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchy (baow)
I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, come get with me, I'm back in the city
The bankroll, hundreds and fifties (bankroll, hundreds and fifties)
When I look at that TD flickin', my bro still doin' the cities (still doin' the-, drip)
Ayy, and I told him that we need these Milly's, sixty on me like Philly, ayy (Philly)
I don't like Instagram, they be frontin' (be frontin')
I just did a lil' shoot for two-hundred (two-hundred)
All them racks that ran out, like, what happened? (What happened?)
You would cry if you seen all my taxes (yeah)
I don't answer no questions, who askin'? (Who?)
Shawty went to DR, got her ass did (ayy)
And it still feel the same when I'm smashin' (when I smash)
She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic" (it ain't no plastic)
Real nigga, can't be plastic, I'm in the Benz truck, dumpin' the ashes (hey)
Rest in peace, Nico Savage, for you I go a get bag (Nico World)
My life is a movie and I do the castin'
So if she frontin' I'ma tell her to pack it (tell her to pack it up)
Niggas better stop actin'
If I send a hit, they deliver the package (pack you up)
I'm gettin' backends (racks)
Streets cold, better get you a mattress (ice)
Thirty on me, let if off the MAC (thirty, glaow)
The bankroll look like a Big Mac (Big Mac)
Me and brodie gon' split it like Kit-Kat's (split it)
Talk that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (nah)
I put her on the drugs and she wit' that (hey)
Have 'em poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac (like a-, Hood Fav')

Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winnin' (and I'm winnin')
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (go tinted)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (my limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shy with the .9, ain't timid (bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram
'Fore we pull up and swipe those digits (watch how you flex, jugg)
Uh, she give the brain, go psycho wit' it
She give the brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?" (what's the rush?)
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English

(Ayy, Hood Fav')

Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winnin' (and I'm winnin')
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (jugg)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (my limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shy with the .9, ain't timid (bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram
'Fore we pull up and swipe those digits (watch how you flex, jugg)
Uh, she give the brain, go psycho wit' it
She give the brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"

F*ck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (ah)
Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brushed (brush)
Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed
Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (baow)
And I was vouchin', but they wasn't wit' me
Whole 'lotta drattic and it's on smuts (smuts)
Whole 'lotta baddies and and they on smuts (smuty)
And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchy (baow)
I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, come get with me, I'm back in the city
The bankroll, hundreds and fifties (bankroll, hundreds and fifties)
When I look at that TD flickin', my bro still doin' the cities (still doin' the-, drip)
Ayy, and I told him that we need these Milly's, sixty on me like Philly, ayy (Philly)
I don't like Instagram, they be frontin' (be frontin')
I just did a lil' shoot for two-hundred (two-hundred)
All them racks that ran out, like, what happened? (What happened?)
You would cry if you seen all my taxes (yeah)
I don't answer no questions, who askin'? (Who?)
Shawty went to DR, got her ass did (ayy)
And it still feel the same when I'm smashin' (when I smash)
She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic" (it ain't no plastic)
Real nigga, can't be plastic, I'm in the Benz truck, dumpin' the ashes (hey)
Rest in peace, Nico Savage, for you I go a get bag (Nico World)
My life is a movie and I do the castin'
So if she frontin' I'ma tell her to pack it (tell her to pack it up)
Niggas better stop actin'
If I send a hit, they deliver the package (pack you up)
I'm gettin' backends (racks)
Streets cold, better get you a mattress (ice)
Thirty on me, let if off the MAC (thirty, glaow)
The bankroll look like a Big Mac (Big Mac)
Me and brodie gon' split it like Kit-Kat's (split it)
Talk that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (nah)
I put her on the drugs and she wit' that (hey)
Have 'em poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac (like a-, Hood Fav')

Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winnin' (and I'm winnin')
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (go tinted)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (my limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shy with the .9, ain't timid (bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram
'Fore we pull up and swipe those digits (watch how you flex, jugg)
Uh, she give the brain, go psycho wit' it
She give the brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?" (what's the rush?)
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Writer: Jason Critchlow
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