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NY Minute Video (MV)




Performed By: Oneppl
Length: 4:11
Written by: Brandon Chang, Julian Wood




Oneppl - NY Minute Lyrics
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Ridin' round the city with my honey dip (You are)
Benji's half folded in the money clip (Now rockin')
All these niggas actin' so funny style, I can't spare no time for the funny shit
I could tell who real, who you runnin' wit (Wit Mr)
Turn a smart nigga to a dummy quick (International)
All these niggas actin' so funny style
Steppin' out my house into the concrete (Yea)
Got a couple baggies, but it's all weed (Yea)
Leave them crackers salty like a saltine (Yea)
Knuckles to ya muzzle if you think it's all sweet, bitch it's South Queens
Rubbin' on her booty, give that shit a soft squeeze
Bitch, I been that nigga ever since them tall tee's
Met alotta niggas, never met a one-peep
Never met my moms, never met the front seat
A few real niggas with me, and a few ones missin' uh
Hair gettin' long, I might need a beautician, yea
It's gettin' harder to pay 'em attention, cuz they do it
But when they do it, it's missin' precision
They ain't my counterparts, bitch i'm the Avatar
My niggas hit the block hustlin' like a trap-a-thon, ugh
Can't take no break, I can't take no days off
Niggas hate, but i'm on my way to the bank, and i'm laughin' it off
A-ha-ha, ha-ha
I am not no killer, but don't push me, I done had enough
Drink after drink, dawg, I think I done had enough
All these blessings come into my life, I can't have enough
All these bitches come into my life, I can't have enough
I just need a couple minutes, couple personalities, I need a couple bitches
I don't feel ya energy, dawg, I ain't f*ckin' witcha
I can't feel the energy, then I ain't f*ckin' with it
I will getcho ass lit up in a NY minute!
My nigga took it on the chin, and he ain't do no snitchin'
My nigga took it like a man, they ain't reduce his sentence
Aye, real right, yea, aye, wait
What good is all them followers if it don't translate to dollars?
Reachin' in my closet, tryna dress for the occasion
Black on black seems fittin', they don't want no problems
Warnin' shots will let 'em know i'm not the one to play with
Tell them niggas save it, I been goin' ape shit
Puttin' in the work, outcome is outrageous
I just left the Earth, now i'm floatin' on a spaceship
They gun sell a dream, now ya ass is celebratin'
I just need a couple minutes, couple personalities, I need a couple bitches
I don't feel ya energy, dawg, I ain't f*ckin' witcha
I can't feel the energy, then I ain't f*ckin' with it
I will getcho ass lit up in a NY minute!
My nigga took it on the chin, and he ain't do no snitchin'
My nigga took it like a man, they ain't reduce his sentence
Aye
Aye, I promise everything gun work out
How it's supposed to work out, that's word to me, yea
Queens get the money nigga, said Queens get the money nigga
F*ck you niggas talkin' bout
Ridin' round the city with my honey dip, Benji's half folded in the money clip
All these niggas actin' so funny style, I can't spare no time for the funny shit
I could tell who real, who you runnin' wit, turn a smart nigga to a dummy quick
All these niggas actin' so funny style
I got money on my mind
I got plastic, I got cash
I got money on my mind
Touch my money, that's yo ass
I got money up on my mind
Up on my mind
I got money up on my mind
They know, they know, they know, they know, they know
I got money on my mind
I got plastic, I got cash
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Ridin' round the city with my honey dip (You are)
Benji's half folded in the money clip (Now rockin')
All these niggas actin' so funny style, I can't spare no time for the funny shit
I could tell who real, who you runnin' wit (Wit Mr)
Turn a smart nigga to a dummy quick (International)
All these niggas actin' so funny style
Steppin' out my house into the concrete (Yea)
Got a couple baggies, but it's all weed (Yea)
Leave them crackers salty like a saltine (Yea)
Knuckles to ya muzzle if you think it's all sweet, bitch it's South Queens
Rubbin' on her booty, give that shit a soft squeeze
Bitch, I been that nigga ever since them tall tee's
Met alotta niggas, never met a one-peep
Never met my moms, never met the front seat
A few real niggas with me, and a few ones missin' uh
Hair gettin' long, I might need a beautician, yea
It's gettin' harder to pay 'em attention, cuz they do it
But when they do it, it's missin' precision
They ain't my counterparts, bitch i'm the Avatar
My niggas hit the block hustlin' like a trap-a-thon, ugh
Can't take no break, I can't take no days off
Niggas hate, but i'm on my way to the bank, and i'm laughin' it off
A-ha-ha, ha-ha
I am not no killer, but don't push me, I done had enough
Drink after drink, dawg, I think I done had enough
All these blessings come into my life, I can't have enough
All these bitches come into my life, I can't have enough
I just need a couple minutes, couple personalities, I need a couple bitches
I don't feel ya energy, dawg, I ain't f*ckin' witcha
I can't feel the energy, then I ain't f*ckin' with it
I will getcho ass lit up in a NY minute!
My nigga took it on the chin, and he ain't do no snitchin'
My nigga took it like a man, they ain't reduce his sentence
Aye, real right, yea, aye, wait
What good is all them followers if it don't translate to dollars?
Reachin' in my closet, tryna dress for the occasion
Black on black seems fittin', they don't want no problems
Warnin' shots will let 'em know i'm not the one to play with
Tell them niggas save it, I been goin' ape shit
Puttin' in the work, outcome is outrageous
I just left the Earth, now i'm floatin' on a spaceship
They gun sell a dream, now ya ass is celebratin'
I just need a couple minutes, couple personalities, I need a couple bitches
I don't feel ya energy, dawg, I ain't f*ckin' witcha
I can't feel the energy, then I ain't f*ckin' with it
I will getcho ass lit up in a NY minute!
My nigga took it on the chin, and he ain't do no snitchin'
My nigga took it like a man, they ain't reduce his sentence
Aye
Aye, I promise everything gun work out
How it's supposed to work out, that's word to me, yea
Queens get the money nigga, said Queens get the money nigga
F*ck you niggas talkin' bout
Ridin' round the city with my honey dip, Benji's half folded in the money clip
All these niggas actin' so funny style, I can't spare no time for the funny shit
I could tell who real, who you runnin' wit, turn a smart nigga to a dummy quick
All these niggas actin' so funny style
I got money on my mind
I got plastic, I got cash
I got money on my mind
Touch my money, that's yo ass
I got money up on my mind
Up on my mind
I got money up on my mind
They know, they know, they know, they know, they know
I got money on my mind
I got plastic, I got cash
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Writer: Brandon Chang, Julian Wood
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