J.Von - IN A MINUTE Lyrics

What's up?
What's up?
Aye, what?
Aye, yeah

Bae, I caught the plane, bae I'm in ya city
Really one of one, you ain't f*ckin with me
Married to the game, got my name ringing
Need a milli on a check, tryna sit wit Gillie
She gon' get da work when I go and hit it
Now she begging for the Mercy, the Lamborghini
I might give a bitch a purse, I ain't even trickin
Still tryna trust women, shawty got me trippin
(Woah, huh, aye)
And I'm fallin for the mop, shawty caught me slippin
Cops trippin when they caught him past the road limit
Free my dawg out the
Hope he end his sentence
Water on my neck had her skinny dippin
You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin
I go missing on the thots tryna get attention
Puttin jewels on the watch, you can't get a minute

What?
Aye
Said it's static, say the word if you really wit it
I been meeting bad bitches in my day clothes
She don't f*ck with J names, but I still hit it
Double R, now lil shawty want a Range Rover
She see bread in the kid, lens rolls tinted
What the f*ck? My city on a take over
Fall in line like the Summer Break over
And I can't break code for the guys
Breakin bread foremost, puttin hoes to the side
Big shit poppin, all these boys lookin quiet
Need a thick tint flockin wit your hoes in the ride (Aye)
Big kickin with ya hoes, all facts
Young Miyagi, lemme put it on wax
Niggas only put in shifts on the apps
Broke as hell type shit, that's why they really all cap
(Go to work, work, work-)
Man I'm all in it
Squad living all facts, niggas really winnin
Authored his whole shit, he ain't authentic
Lotta niggas copyin they ain't really printin, yeah
Water on my neck had her skinny dippin
You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin
Oh she want me in the box like the penitentiary?
Tryna pull up to the spot, lemme get a minute

Wop
Wop, Wop
Wop, Wop
Wop, Wop
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me, let me, let me see ya)
Yeah

Woah, aye
And all my niggas from the C.I.T.Y. know me good and well
Ex-shawty reminiscing, letter through the mail
Facetimin niggas seeing if I'm doin well
New shawty got a past, got her man mad
Caught him looking at my gram, did it to himself
That nigga better stick to the BandLab
Niggas really put the beats on 'em down in FL
Aye, tons of enemies
Watch me get em all
Drugs and remedies
Y'all must did em all
Think you gettin me?
Bitch, you dead wrong
Been ahead of these niggas, I did all the work
I'll steal a nigga's song when I give out the verse
I'll put her on Cam, pink fur on the purse
Got her jumping on me like pogo, go beserk
Puttin pussy with the beats, BOGOs for the hearse
I been block, still tryna lose her
Hurt a bitch ego and she pop out wit a rumor
Some Girls love misspeaking with the tongue
Sayin I'm a Rolling Stone like a nigga hittin two birds
(What? What? What?)
Used to the tactics
Front on the mob, we ain't brought him back since
Give out the song, then they get to askin
Like, 'VON, when you finna drop
Agh, I ain't finished with it
Water on my neck had her skinny dippin
You ain't runnin shit, you ain't really pimpin
Finna turn the lil spot to a f*ckin business
Tryna put me on the clock, lemme get a minute

Wop
Wop, Wop
Wop, Wop
Wop, Wop
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me see ya)
Go to work (Let me, let me, let me see ya)

J'VON, nigga (Yeah)
Mr. Digiorno, nigga (Ha)
Know it's been a minute (I told you)
How you feeling with it? (Damn, damn)
Is you really with it?
You get silly with it? (What's up? What's up?)
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye