NAV & Metro Boomin feat Offset & Playboi Carti – Minute (Official Audio)



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  1. [Intro: Young Nudy and Future]
    Yo…
    Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
    If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling that rerock, repressin' a block, slide on your block
    Depressing my opps

    [Verse 1: NAV]
    Counting all this money, getting used to having it
    My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it
    Ayo, Pierre, do you wanna come in here?
    I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here
    In my studio, it feels like it's a club in here
    Bitches fucking 'bout a double, ain't no dubbing here
    Diamonds shining, I feel like I got the sun in here
    Shooters around me, who you think you're sonning here?
    I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there
    You say you've got a party, I'ma pop up there
    You a cub, your main bitch fuck me like I'm papa bear
    You the type to wild out when the cops are there
    I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there
    I'm going fast, who you think you're stopping here?

    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling that rerock, repressin' a block, slide on your block
    Depressing my opps

    [Post-Hook: NAV]
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Gettin dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Getting a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Offset!
    Give me a minute
    The coupe is tinted
    Ninth-inning
    It's time to go get it
    I used to be trappin' pigeons, now push start and crank the engine
    Wrists on frigid, glisten, listen, hundred round drum with the biscuit
    La di da di put her on molly, fuck on top of the 'Rari
    Python Audi, sitting on Forgi's white baby body
    I thank the plug 'cause me alive
    My uncle cooking up dope in front my eyes
    Told you open the door, go get the five
    She on the perc, now it's a vibe
    I get the bag it's automatic, she on the Addy'
    I got some cash inside the mattress, I got more in the attic
    I'm high fashion like I imagined, look at my status
    Look at the mathematics, look at the baddies
    All made of plastic, I bet this money gon last me
    I stay in my lane, I don't crash it
    Wake up lil nigga, you lackin' (wake up)
    Droppin' the phone, I pass it

    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling that rerock, repressin' a block, slide on your block
    Depressing my opps

    [Post-Chorus: NAV]
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, I'm pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Gettin dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Getting a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    [Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
    Got young Navi on the phone, he asking for some wock
    Got some bitches in my home, they cookin' on the pot
    Know some niggas in the A, still trappin' at the spot
    And we robbing all you niggas, we taking off your top
    I’m in Fulton with the slimes, we pull up with them mops
    And when I'm talking, 'bout the Mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx
    I use to ride round with that Glock, but now I'm way too hot
    Got some niggas who do time for Carti, 'cause they got they Guap
    Got some paparazzi looking at me, waiting on the flop
    Fuck these little niggas hating, snitching like some cop

    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling that rerock, repressin' a block, slide on your block
    Depressing my opps

    [Post-Chorus: NAV]
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, I'm pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Gettin dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Getting a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    [Outro]
    Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
    Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

  2. Lyrics-
    Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
    If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling re-rock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my opps
    Counting all this money, getting used to having it
    My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it
    Ayo, Pierre, do you wanna come in here?
    I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here
    In my studio, it feels like it's a club in here
    Bitches fucking 'bout a double, ain't no dub in here
    Diamonds shining, I feel like I got the sun in here
    Shooters around me, who you think you're soning here?
    I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there
    You say, you've got a party, I might pop up there
    You a cub, your main bitch fuck me like I'm papa bear
    You the type to wild out when the cops are there
    I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there
    I'm going fast, who you think you're stopping here?
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling re-rock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my opps
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Gettin dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Offset!
    Give me a minute
    The coupe is tinted
    Knife ended
    It's time to go get it
    I used to be trappin' pigeons, now push start and crank the engine
    Wrists on frigid, glisten, listen, hundred round drum with the biscuit
    La di da di put her on molly, fuck on top of the 'Rari
    Python Audi, sitting on Forgis, white baby powder
    I thank the plug 'cause me alive
    My uncle cooking up dope in front my eyes
    Told you open the door, go get the five
    She on the perc, now it's a vibe
    I get the bag it's automatic, she on the Addy'
    I got some cash inside the mattress, I got more in the attic
    I'm high fashion like I imagined, look at my status
    Look at the mathematics, look at the baddest
    All made of plastic, I bet this money gon' last me
    I stay in my lane, I don't crash it
    Wake up lil nigga, you lackin' (wake up)
    Droppin' the phone, I pass it
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling re-rock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my opps
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, I'm gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Got young Navi on the phone, he asking for some wock
    Got some bitches in my home, they cookin' on the pot
    Know some niggas in the A, still trappin' at the spot
    And we robbing all you niggas, we taking off your top
    I'ma 4 up with the slimes, we pull up with them mops
    And when I'm talking 'bout the mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx
    I use to run run with that Glock, but now I'm way too hot
    Got some niggas who do time for Carti, 'cause they got they Guac
    Got some paparazzi looking at me, waiting on the flock
    Fuck these little niggas hating, snitching like some cock
    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling re-rock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my opps
    Yeah
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'ma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, I'm gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
    Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

  3. Yo
    Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
    If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling rerock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my ops

    Counting all this money, getting used to having it
    My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it
    Ayo, Pierre, do you wanna come in here?
    I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here
    In my studio, it feels like it's a club in here
    Bitches fucking 'bout a double, ain't no dub in here
    Diamonds shining, I feel like I got the sun in here
    Shooters 'round me, who you think you're signing here?
    I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there
    You say, you've got a party, I might pop up there
    You a cub, your main bitch fuck me like I'm papa bear
    You the type to wild out when the cops are there
    I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there
    I'm going fast, who you think you're stopping here?

    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fist
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling rerock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my ops

    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'mma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, pint gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    Offset!
    Give me a minute
    The coupe is tinted
    Knife ended
    It's time to go get it
    I used to be trappin' pigeons, now I push start and crank the engine
    Wrist on frigid, glisten, listen, hundred round drum with biscuit 
    La di da di put her on molly, fuck her on top of the 'Rari
    Python Audi, sitting on Forgi's, right baby Follies
    I thank the plug kept me alive
    My uncle cooking up dope in front my eyes
    'Fore you open the door, go get the fire
    She on the Perc, now it's a vibe
    I get the bag, it's automatic
    She on the Addy'
    I got some cash inside the mattress, I got more in the attic
    I'm high fashion like I imagined
    Look at my status
    Look at the mathematics
    Look at the baddest
    All made of plastic
    I bet this money gon' last me
    I stay in my lane, don't crash it
    Wake up lil nigga, you lackin' (wake up)
    Droppin' the phone, I pass it

    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fist
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling rerock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my ops

    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'mma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, pint gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    Got your navi on the phone, he asking for some work
    Got some bitches in my home, they cookin' on the pot
    Know some niggas in the A, still trappin' at the spot
    And we robbing all you niggas, we taking off your top
    I'mma 4 up with the slime, we pull up with them mops
    And when I'm talking, 'bout the mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx
    I use to run run with that Glock
    But now I'm way too hot
    Got some niggas who time for Carti, 'cause they got they guap
    Got some paparazzi looking at me, waiting on the flock
    Fuck these little niggas hating snitching like some cop

    I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fist
    Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip
    Selling rerock, we passin' the block, slide in your block
    Depressing my ops

    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    I'mma hit it and quit it
    You need some drink, pint gon' pull up in a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Dressed up in designer, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute
    Just give me a minute
    Just give me a minute

    Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
    Yo, Pierre, you wanna come

  4. Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga

    Me and Metro don't need help
    Mail a pint to myself
    Flew a pornstar to ATL
    Louie Goyard belt
    Five star hotels
    Buy everything on the rack
    Buy everything on the shelf
    I make you mad, I can tell

    Perfect timing, yeah
    Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
    Chart climbing, yeah
    Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
    Perfect timing, yeah
    Diamonds shining, yeah
    Stars aligning, yeah
    It's perfect timing, yeah

    Double styrofoam cup (lean)
    Big dawg, you a pup
    Since me and Metro met up, all these bitches acting like sluts
    You're not the type I can trust
    Feel your energy through your touch
    Follow feelings in my gut
    Choppa, turn your body into dust
    She don't wanna listen to you
    Your girlfriend listening to me
    She on the phone with you
    While she sucking on me
    Off white and supreme
    Vlone V double Gs
    Molly, liquor, bush, weed
    These bitches are easy to please

    Me and Metro don't need help
    Mail a pint to myself
    Flew a pornstar to ATL
    Louie Goyard belt
    5 star hotels
    Buy everything on the rack
    Buy everything on the shelf
    I make you mad, I can tell

    Perfect timing, yeah
    Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
    Chart climbing, yeah
    Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
    Perfect timing, yeah
    Diamonds shining, yeah
    Stars aligning, yeah
    It's perfect timing, yeah

    Bust down rollie, flood it with diamonds
    Can't tell what the time is, still know it's perfect timing
    See It, want it, then I buy it, yeah
    Lambo roar like a lion, yeah
    Private jets is what I'm flying, yeah
    Watch your rap careers dying, yeah
    Won't come to your wedding 'cause I don't want to wear a suit
    Walking through the snow, I'm wearing YSL boots
    Nine AM I'm off the addies, still up in the booth
    These other brown boys corny
    They love me 'cause I'm the truth

    Me and Metro don't need help
    Mail a pint to myself
    Flew a pornstar to ATL
    Louie Goyard belt
    Five star hotels
    Buy everything on the rack
    Buy everything on the shelf
    I make you mad, I can tell

    Perfect timing, yeah
    Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
    Chart climbing, yeah
    Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
    Perfect timing, yeah
    Diamonds shining, yeah
    Stars aligning, yeah
    It's perfect timing, yeah

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