Crazy Boy - Overtime lyrics

[Intro] Yeah What up We on that overtime sh** Ain't no clocking out, my grind time baby, yeah Let's get it [Verse 1] We on that overtime muscle Cuz my grind never quits I'm on my better day sh** And imma get it how I live With the twist of my fingers I'm throwing up the blood Stepping up in this mother f**er Let em know what's up I'm from the [?] with the [?] on the hip in the beamer I keep that thing close just in case they come between us Another homie in the push Yeah, we taking it back I'm on my second chance So I don't give a f** about your facts that you speaking on We beating on, this beef stay on the block Got that car club vibe with the bounce in the drop top We did it again We show em how to get it On that over time sh** with the deadlocks spinning come on [Chorus] We working over time Out here grinding hard to get that paper right, paper right We working over time Don't you know it's only about that crazy life, crazy life [Verse 2] Dawg, I'm on that OT like Genesis Hustle for the benefits f** pushing packets, imma push up in the pegasus You bag a b**h? I let a b**h bag me I f** a hoe before she go, I make her bag that weed Yeah, Henessy got me turn [?] brown But the money get my dick hard, I f** with that work Keep a Uzi like vert, cuz I don't trust no fate I don't play no f**ing plungy, I don't trust no snakes, hell nahh And I go hard when grind time You motherf**ers too sweet like a prime time You mother f**ers talk sh** but never do nun Ain't nobody tell you that hating is breaking rule one sh**, I keep it a hundred, never less I use to grind b**h I never left You could miss me with the mess, I don't play that Your wifey tell me that you got my sh** on play back, ha [Chorus] We working over time Out here grinding hard to get that paper right, paper right We working over time Don't you know it's only about that crazy life, crazy life [Verse 3] I'm ot for the favors Shining like it's majors Staying on my grind, middle finger to them haters Signing to the majors, girl I'm just a player Crazy lace the blunt like a beef from Dominator Breaking down a brick, really on my sh** If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Money and the power, bagging up the powder Getting to this money while these people acting sour Smoking on a flower Homie rolled it up I don't give a f** if a bag on the bus I ain't hearing what they telling me I'm out here risking felonies I could teach you how to play You could call me Bill Bellamy Chasing down these loose trips What you wanna do b**h? Rolling with a new click, all we dropping new sh** We tripple beam dreaming Plotting and scheming Money on my mind so my pistol stay screaming [Chorus] We working over time Out here grinding hard to get that paper right, paper right We working over time Don't you know it's only about that crazy life, crazy life