Matt OX - ONE MORE MINUTE lyrics
Matthew Christopher Grau
[Matt OX - ONE MORE MINUTE lyrics]
(Blackie on the beat)
(Zach, you killed this)
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more, one more
Lil' boy look like a dumbo
Lil' boy, it can get cutthroat
Lil' boy, you better run home
Woah, let's go
Run up with them runners (Run up)
Run up with my brothers (Run up)
I made a come up, how did it go
I made a come up
Go get your bucks up, go get your songs up
You don't wanna run up
You gonna get done up
It's getting hot like it's the summer
Tell me the drop, we finna pull up
We love to pop with all the drummers
Whatever you thought, we finna school ya
Take him back to class
Take him back to class
Take that back to the class
Take that back to the grass
Take that back to the past
Living like that, it don't last
Living like that, keeping racks and the cash
Living like that, do the dash in a 'Cat
Living like that, I been getting to a bag
Yeah, you know that's a fact
You know that, you know that's no cap
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second
I gotta lay low getting this peso
Getting that payroll
I do not take loans, I get the
Bankroll, made it on my own
Woah
I can't sell my soul, no
I cannot sell my soul
They cannot kill my hope
They cannot take my dope
Whatever you making, I'm making way more
I don't gotta say it, you already know
They copy and pasting
They all are some clones
No, I'm never faking, I'm staying ten toes
Watch out for your body
Watch out for your soul
Walk up to the lobby, I put in the code
You know I got the code, no you don't
You know I go where you won't
I'm getting that dough
I'm getting way more
(Zach, you killed this)
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more, one more
Lil' boy look like a dumbo
Lil' boy, it can get cutthroat
Lil' boy, you better run home
Woah, let's go
Run up with them runners (Run up)
Run up with my brothers (Run up)
I made a come up, how did it go
I made a come up
Go get your bucks up, go get your songs up
You don't wanna run up
You gonna get done up
It's getting hot like it's the summer
Tell me the drop, we finna pull up
We love to pop with all the drummers
Whatever you thought, we finna school ya
Take him back to class
Take him back to class
Take that back to the class
Take that back to the grass
Take that back to the past
Living like that, it don't last
Living like that, keeping racks and the cash
Living like that, do the dash in a 'Cat
Living like that, I been getting to a bag
Yeah, you know that's a fact
You know that, you know that's no cap
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
Give me one more minute, woah
Give me one more second, one more
One more minute, woah
Give me one more second
I gotta lay low getting this peso
Getting that payroll
I do not take loans, I get the
Bankroll, made it on my own
Woah
I can't sell my soul, no
I cannot sell my soul
They cannot kill my hope
They cannot take my dope
Whatever you making, I'm making way more
I don't gotta say it, you already know
They copy and pasting
They all are some clones
No, I'm never faking, I'm staying ten toes
Watch out for your body
Watch out for your soul
Walk up to the lobby, I put in the code
You know I got the code, no you don't
You know I go where you won't
I'm getting that dough
I'm getting way more