Overtime - Trina, LoLa Monroe

Uhhh

All the trucks

Chris tucker black

The Ashton white like ashton in

A trucker hat

Put my city on the map

(I carry them)

And keep bum bitches quiet

(Librarian)

It ain’t about dat money

Then darlin wut u mean

Should pay for the Celtics

How I’m ballin for dis green

And Dunk em for the team

Bout dat real action

Rock too many rings

Call me Phil Jackson

Shawty let me coach you

I could make the game real cold

U wasn’t raised up right

No field goal

Let’s get it

I’m chargin them too much now

Call me when u run across that green

Touchdown!

God damn, swagga so official

The ballin never stop

They might have to blow the whistle

Oh man, either when they do it

That ain’t stopping nothin shorty

We still getting to it

Overtime, overtime

Stuntin in a drop top

Ballin like I never seen a shot clock

I call it over time, overtime

Swagga so official

The ballin never stop

They might have to blow the whistle

The game don’t change

Only change is the players

Exclusive bitch I flow

the craft in the air

Back shots sho did

U fuckin with the mayor

Since I’m the chief

All I comprehend is Catier

The majic city queen

Bodeya?

Is my catalog

Additional wages, u can’t speak my shoe dialog

I’m the best bitch, fuck the rest bitch

I got these broads buyin lands

Take (take take take) a rest bitch

OVERTIME

Time and Two quarters

Time and a half, gave birth to three daughters

Pretty money royal, bout to set if off

We takin tops off and pop off

And tearin bitches blocks off

Might see me crusin versace

Or peep me flowin in fendi

Gangsta bouji and pretty

Ethiopian and Trini

Bout to grab me them Bentleys

Tell em ship it to the new place

That I just moved in from all shoe space

YUP

I’m getting money

And I’m barely home

That’s just basic intincts

No Sharon Stone

Sorry that I’m headed to the top

And goin there alone

And old school cause elly frames

And a hair and bone

You ridin out

Then hit the clutch and shift

Sucka ship been known to blow me

Like a dutch and piff

U bout ya fuckin chips

Then ya’ll just as there

And errybody else is in a Boss Bitches World