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Sebastian Reynoso – Overtime lyrics
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on (rackin' up the blue chips)
I'm on (always focused on a new bitch)
I'm on (better off with yo bitch)
I'm on (You can catch me right off Cactus)
I'm on
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 the time
Can I hit it like it's all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah
Things he can't do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make the mood, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on (rackin' up the blue chips)
I'm on (always focused on a new bitch)
I'm on (better off with yo bitch)
I'm on (You can catch me right off Cactus)
I'm on
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 the time
Can I hit it like it's all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah
Things he can't do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make the mood, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
I'm on (8 milli for the crib, would you feel, would you feel me)
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 the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin' rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I'm the man they say
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an apperance
A weekend in Paris
So I'll wait till my face numb
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
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