MINUTE MAID lyrics

[Chorus]
f*ck on your b*tch and I dip (Whoa)
Yeah, you know i’m with the sh*ts (Skrt)
Blow on my di*k, make a wish (Huh?)
I don’t got time for your pity, b*tch, you know we counting fifties
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
Shawty, yeah, she feeling whitney
No, we ain’t sipping that houston
Baby, we smoking that green (Gelato)
I don’t got time for you hoes
Making money that’s my goal (b*tch)
Shawty, we is on a roll, now we out here on the road
Me and the bro’s, counting them bands
We make that sh*t in our sleep

[Interlude]
Okay, okay

[Verse]
The f*ck is you saying? you was talking all that sh*t
Stupid lil b*tch on my tip (Yuh, Aye)
I’m not tryna make amends (Nope), no, i cannot be your mans
I said “f*ck it, let’s be friends” (Huh?)
Now we f*cking till the weekend
Gotta keep it to ourselves ‘cause I don’t kiss and tell (Shh)
I’m just tryna make a movie, baby, why is you so moody?
All that green got me droopy, yeah, my vision got me f*cked up
But baby, yeah, we on a duty