Bryson Tiller - Overtime Lyrics

You know how I feel about like, us, and like
How I wanna go about it
But you never tell me how you feel about it
And how you wanna go about it

I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over-
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over

Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping
My windows is tinted, let's go
My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi
We getting it all over the clothes
This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom
And you know business getting handled
Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom
Know that's something your nigga can't fathom
Aw man, he just bought her Balmain
He thought that would keep her 'round
But he thought wrong
Nothing at all that's what she got on, yeah
And she will get up and leave him for me, I know
I mean how could he not know?
'Cause see

I've been working for it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, she know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over

I've been working OT
Tryna show you what it's like just to know me
And ever since that day you approached me
I been thinking 'bout you and you only
And we just like to fuck, that's it, nothing else
Fuck falling in love, that's for someone else
I break the bank for you, 'til no money left
Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions
And I feel it, you hurting and I been healing
Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me
I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far
Now I want it for myself, that's his loss
Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off?
Too bad, nigga should've been on his job
You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard, yeah

Ayy, miss is you, is you, with it? Yeah (been working this hard, yeah)
Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck (what he say, he say)
We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed (no, no, no, no)
Baby girl ben on my line, hol' up, there it go

I just know he didn't see you as a threat, that's all, maybe he did, I don't know
I think, yeah, he most likely did see me as a threat at first
I don't know, but I just know that when he sees me and you together
He's gonna be like, what, like, left field, I did not see that coming

Damn, no baby
Yeah, I'm grinding looking for her for you
For you to be my pride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah