Letra de Overtime - Bryson Tiller

(Feat. [])

You know how I feel about like... us, right?

Like... how I wanna go about it

But you never tell me how you feel about it

How you wanna go about it

I've been working on it, putting in overtime

Putting in overtime, putting in over—

I've been putting in work, she know I've been working overtime

Working overtime, working over—

I've been working on it, putting in overtime

Putting in overtime, putting in over—

I've been putting in work, she know I've been working overtime

Working overtime, working over—

Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping

My windows is tinted, let's go

My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi

We getting it all over the clothes

This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom

And you know business getting handled

Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom

No, that's something your nigga can't fathom

Aw man, he just bought her Balmain

He thought that would keep her 'round

But he thought wrong

Nothing at all, that's what she got on

And she will get up and leave him for me, I know

I mean how could he not know?

'Cause, see

I've been working for it, putting in overtime

Putting in overtime, putting in over—

I've been putting in work, she know I've been working overtime

Working overtime, working over—

I-I've been working OT

Tryna show you what it's like just to know me

And ever since that day you approached me

I been thinking 'bout you and you only

And we just like to fuck, that's it, nothing else

Fuck falling in love, that's for someone else

I break the bank for you, 'til no money left

Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions

And I feel it, you hurting and I been healing

Girl, that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me

I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far

Now I want it for myself, that's his loss

Oh, he mad huh? Is he pissed off?

Too bad, nigga should've been on his job

You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard, yeah

Ayy, is— is you— is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard, yeah)

Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck (What he say, you say)

We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed (No, no, no-oh)

Baby girl on my mind, hol' up — there it go

I know he gonna see us as a threat, that’s all, I don't believe that at all

I think yeah he most likely did see me as a threat at first

I don’t know but I just know when he sees me we’re together he’s gonna be like, what, like, like he feel he done lost, that kind

Damn, no, baby

I'm kinda looking for her, for you

For you to be my bride, and the mother of my child, oh yeah

(Oh yeah, baby...)

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