Lyrics:
Get down, get up again
Come on, come on move
Get down, get up again
Work it, do it overtime
Get down, get up again
Come on, come on right
Ooh, woah
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Mille for
pushing these bars like its my last set
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7
let me clock in
But let me clock in yeah
I'ma do overtime
I'ma go hard I'ma get that car
I'ma make sure this shit mine
Ima be the boss like keep
Eey!
Sit down
I’m Jones by the way
She got me working overtime overtime
Pretty little thing got me in my feelings
How you doing mama, I like
I know
haven't heard
The devil is always at work
Yeah, he's working overtime
We gotta stop that boy
We gotta stop that boy, Yeah
So many lies
So many cries
Father
the love you give
But I'm workin' overtime, baby don't you know
Just to feel your hand in mine, and never let it go
'Cause I'm workin' overtime, just
How she cumming feel like water flowing over me
Got me playing overtime when I was posed to leave
Got me playing overtime what I was posed to leave
She
And when it comes will I feel the sa-ame way
Feel the sa-ame way
Nah
Ay, ay, look
I put in that overtime, yeah
I put in that overtime, yeah
Been doing that,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's early in the morning
Overtime, overtime
I moved to LA and its all as fake as it seems
The people the industry needs never make
playing a full hand
She is just an Overtime Girl
In an overtime kind of world
She has been staying up all night
Daydreaming about diamonds and pearls
Made
9 to 5
Overtime
Double time
On my grind
9 to 5
Overtime
Double time
On my grind
9 to 5
Overtime
Double time
On my grind
9 to 5
Overtime
Double
I earn my stripes
Running through the streets, yeah I earn my stripes
I'm working overtime, until it's Gucci everything
Posted on the corner 'til I
of the tunnel
I'm looking for a spark in all the rubble
My mind
Is working overtime
Living with that devil on my shoulder
Waiting for that angel to come over
My
overtime, overtime
Drink in my cup, rollin it up Yeah, you broke this heart of mine, heart of mine
Say you mine, but you a lie
Had me working overtime
to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in,
overnight
You can do whatever you like
Working overtime
Working on the line
You can polish the headlights
You can smooth out the fender
You can start
overnight
You can do whatever you like
Working overtime
Working on the line
You can polish the headlights
You can smooth out the fender
You can start
Overtime
That's what they all tell me
That's what they say to me
Overtime
Your blue eyes, your black eyelashes
The way you looked at life
In
on vacation and your mouth is working overtime
You're quoting figures, you're dropping names
You're telling stories, you're playing games
You always laugh
change the station but around here that's considered a crime
And tell me, who am I to stand between the fan and the overtime
Now I've been trying to make
up. I need my pockets chubby nigga
I’m putting overtime until the lord provide
I’m putting overtime until the lord provide
I’m putting overtime until
She put in that overtime
That overtime, yeah
It’s Friday night
My favorite part is bout to start
She in her car
On her way, still on the clock
She work
Overtime Overtime
Every shift is 9 to 9
What am I supposed to do
With money I can't use
I want a day I want to sleep
How did my debt get so deep
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