Overtime - Bryson Tiller

You know how I feel about like… us

And about like… how I wanna go

But you never tell me how you feel about it

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

No that’s something your nigga can’t fathom

Aw man, he just bought a Balmain

He thought that would keep her 'round

But he thought wrong, nothing at all

That’s what she got on

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, you 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’ve 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

Ay, is- is you, is you, with it?

Yeah (Been working this hard)

Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck

We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed

Baby girl on my mind, hol' up — there it go

Damn, no baby

I’m kinda looking for her — for you

For you to be my bride, and the mother of my child

Oh yeah