ETA Lyrics

Girl you taking too long to get ready

I was busy counting up my benjis

What I'm pouring in the cup is too heavy

Tryna give you my love if you let me

Girl you taking too long to get ready

I was busy counting up my benjis

What I'm pouring in the cup is too heavy

Tryna give you my love if you let me

I'm watching the time tick

Staring a dime bitch

Pull back I recline it

My world I design

Hoping that I find it

Wherever her mind is

And we up in the club

Make it rain change the climate

And when we out in la

I'm a treat her like she my bitch

But her what she want

Fuck it I turn to a stylist

We ain't with the nonsense

He type in the comments

She said pull up on me

Got me waiting it's ironic

Girl you taking too long to get ready

I was busy counting up my benjis

What I'm pouring in the cup is too heavy

Tryna give you my love if you let me

Girl you taking too long to get ready

I was busy counting up my benjis

What I'm pouring in the cup is too heavy

Tryna give you my love if you let me

Thirty minutes till I pull up to your crib

Got to wait another hour

Chillin in my whip

Take you out to eat

And then we take over strip

Could take back to my house

But you wanna plead fifth

Said I'm impatient

That's the way I want to be

But when I'm with you

You are the only one I see

I promise you won't ever meet someone like me

So leave them scrubs in the waiting room

Cause' they don't compete