Ina Min Lyrics

Its been alil minute

In my bag i forget bout feelings

I aint spazz on a beat in a minute

Run up cash and like swerve its no limit

Hey lil bae we aint meet in a minute remember i met you you gave me the digits

Run up cash i be feening to get it im cooking up tracks i be whipping the skillet

Its been alil minute

In my bag i forget bout feelings

I aint spazz on a beat in a minute

Run up cash and like swerve its no limit

Hey lil bae we aint meet in a minute remember i met you you gave me the digits

Run up cash i be feening to get it im cooking up tracks i be whipping the skillet

What im rapping you know that we live it

Wear my shoes i just hope that you fit it

If you want it you gotta go get it

I was down on my feet i admit it

Started rapping and wanted to quit it

But right now i just grind for my children

I dont got no kids when i do theyll be living*

Wont see no struggle they seeing the riches*

Im making it happen Not hanging wit bitches

Up In ny for you get 20 for switches

Setting up traps we extorting the snitches

Making it happen fulfilling my wishes

Get the fuck out my way im in mode boy

And i be Rapping ice im feeling like doughboy

They know that nigga nice im not your homeboy

And i aint chief keef but im with globoys

Its been alil minute

In my bag i forget bout feelings

I aint spazz on a beat in a minute

Run up cash and like swerve its no limit

Hey lil bae we aint meet in a minute remember i met you you gave me the digits

Run up cash i be feening to get it im cooking up tracks i be whipping the skillet

Its been alil minute

In my bag i forget bout feelings

I aint spazz on a beat in a minute

Run up cash and like swerve its no limit

Hey lil bae we aint meet in a minute remember i met you you gave me the digits

Run up cash i be feening to get it im cooking up tracks i be whipping the skillet

and you Cant tell me shit im the man now

Got the juice call me q aint no handouts

Spoon fed pussyboy put your hand down

If they come on this block its man down

Baby girl i met her onna gram

She a baddie i wanna be her man now

All them niggas she following damn

But she know im the one thats gone standout

And i know she be getting that feeling

Magine us on beach we just chillin

Dont splurge but that girl yea im willing

Missing pieces you need me to fill in

But lets talk bout cash where the money at

Real nigga where the fuck i move funny at

If I spend it im making the money back

If its a real problem we coming back

And this rapping shit easy like jumping Jacks

I touch down with the crown like a running back

Silly hoes man i hope they aint trusting that

Silly me its a shame i done trusted that

Its been alil minute

In my bag i forget bout feelings

I aint spazz on a beat in a minute

Run up cash and like swerve its no limit

Hey lil bae we aint meet in a minute remember i met you you gave me the digits

Run up cash i be feening to get it im cooking up tracks i be whipping the skillet