2023
2:45
Official Music Video
Minutes by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
Ayy, hood fave'
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Drip)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex, drip)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"
Fuck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (Ah)
Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brush (Brush)
Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed
Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (Baow)
And I was a option but they wasn't wit' me
Hoes so angelic and she so smart
Whole 'lotta baddies and and they so smart (Smarty)
And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchin' (Baow)
I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, come get with me, I'm back in the city, the bankroll, hundreds and fifties (Bankroll, hundreds and fifties)
When I look at that TV flickin', my bro still doing the cities (Still doing the cities)
Ayy, and I told him that we need these milly's, 60 on me like Philly, ayy (Philly)
I don't like Instagram, yeah, he frontin' (He frontin')
I just did a lil' shoot for two-hundred (Two-hundred)
All them racks that ran out, like, what happened? (What happened?)
You'd cry if you seen all my taxes (Yeah)
I don't answer no questions, who asking? (Who?)
Shawty went to DR got her ass did (Ayy)
And it still feel the same when I'm smashin' (When I'm smash)
She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic" (It ain't no plastic)
Real nigga, can't be plastic, I'm in the Benz truck dumpin' the ashes (Hey)
Rest in peace, Nico savage, for you, I go a get bag (Nico World)
My life is a movie and I do the casting, so if she frontin', I'ma tell her to pack it (Tell her to pack it up)
You better stop actin'
If I send a hit, they deliver the package (Pack you up)
I'm getting backends (Racks)
Streets cold, better get you a matches (Ayy)
Thirty on me, let if off at the Mack (30, glaow)
The bankroll look like Big Mac (Big Mac)
Me and Brodie gon' split it like Kit-Kat (Split it)
Took that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (Nah)
I put her in the dress and she wit' that (Hey)
Have 'em poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac (Hood fave')
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Go tinted)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Like Guinness)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it? (Why?)
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?" (Man, what's the rush?)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Minutes by Jay Critch
Minutes* (original Jay Critch)
Ayy, hood fave'
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Drip)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex, drip)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"
Fuck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (Ah)
Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brush (Brush)
Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed
Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (Baow)
And I was a option but they wasn't wit' me
Hoes so angelic and she so smart
Whole 'lotta baddies and and they so smart (Smarty)
And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchin' (Baow)
I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, come get with me, I'm back in the city, the bankroll, hundreds and fifties (Bankroll, hundreds and fifties)
When I look at that TV flickin', my bro still doing the cities (Still doing the cities)
Ayy, and I told him that we need these milly's, 60 on me like Philly, ayy (Philly)
I don't like Instagram, yeah, he frontin' (He frontin')
I just did a lil' shoot for two-hundred (Two-hundred)
All them racks that ran out, like, what happened? (What happened?)
You'd cry if you seen all my taxes (Yeah)
I don't answer no questions, who asking? (Who?)
Shawty went to DR got her ass did (Ayy)
And it still feel the same when I'm smashin' (When I'm smash)
She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic" (It ain't no plastic)
Real nigga, can't be plastic, I'm in the Benz truck dumpin' the ashes (Hey)
Rest in peace, Nico savage, for you, I go a get bag (Nico World)
My life is a movie and I do the casting, so if she frontin', I'ma tell her to pack it (Tell her to pack it up)
You better stop actin'
If I send a hit, they deliver the package (Pack you up)
I'm getting backends (Racks)
Streets cold, better get you a matches (Ayy)
Thirty on me, let if off at the Mack (30, glaow)
The bankroll look like Big Mac (Big Mac)
Me and Brodie gon' split it like Kit-Kat (Split it)
Took that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (Nah)
I put her in the dress and she wit' that (Hey)
Have 'em poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac (Hood fave')
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Go tinted)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Like Guinness)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it? (Why?)
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?" (Man, what's the rush?)
Minutes (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ayy, favorito del barrio
Uh, compito conmigo mismo y estoy ganando (Y estoy ganando)
El teléfono trampa se quedó sin minutos, no podía andar en pecera, ir tintado (Drip)
Él no anota, no tiene minutos (No tiene minutos)
Doble vaso salió de la pinta como Guinness (Lean)
Llamé al banco, tuve que aumentar mi límite (Mi límite)
Ella tiene una bolsa, entonces podría ir a golpearla (Hey)
No estás involucrado, como, ¿por qué estás en esto?
Mi tirador no disparó con la .9, no es tímido (Bah)
Mira cómo te flexionas en el 'Gram antes de que lleguemos y robemos esos dígitos (Mira cómo te flexionas, drip)
Uh, ella consigue un cerebro, se vuelve psicópata con él
Ella consigue un cerebro, pero no es ninguna tonta
Los negros no son pandilla, no hablan de dinero (Nah)
Corre por una bolsa, dicen, "¿Cuál es la prisa?"
¿Qué quieres decir? Venimos de la nada (Ah)
Peso sobre mis hombros, esa mierda tiene cepillo (Cepillo)
Pinta su camiseta, ese chico fue cepillado
Pinta su camiseta, parece Givenchy (Baow)
Y yo era una opción pero no estaban conmigo
Las putas son tan angelicales y ella es tan inteligente
Un montón de chicas malas y son tan inteligentes (Inteligente)
Y si me ves, entonces sabes que estoy cosiendo (Baow)
No tenía fe, estoy de vuelta en el barrio como R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, ven conmigo, estoy de vuelta en la ciudad, el fajo, cientos y cincuenta (Fajo, cientos y cincuenta)
Cuando miro esa televisión parpadeando, mi hermano todavía está haciendo las ciudades (Todavía está haciendo las ciudades)
Ayy, y le dije que necesitamos estos millones, 60 sobre mí como Philly, ayy (Philly)
No me gusta Instagram, sí, él está fanfarroneando (Él está fanfarroneando)
Acabo de hacer una pequeña sesión de fotos por doscientos (Doscientos)
Todos esos estantes que se agotaron, como, ¿qué pasó? (¿Qué pasó?)
Llorarías si vieras todos mis impuestos (Sí)
No respondo preguntas, ¿quién pregunta? (¿Quién?)
Shawty fue a RD para que le hicieran el trasero (Ayy)
Y todavía se siente igual cuando estoy golpeando (Cuando estoy golpeando)
Ella dice, "Eso es porque no hay plástico" (No hay plástico)
Negro real, no puede ser plástico, estoy en el camión Benz tirando las cenizas (Hey)
Descansa en paz, Nico salvaje, por ti, voy a conseguir una bolsa (Mundo Nico)
Mi vida es una película y yo hago el casting, así que si ella está fanfarroneando, le diré que lo empaque (Dile que lo empaque)
Será mejor que dejes de actuar
Si envío un golpe, entregan el paquete (Empaquétate)
Estoy recibiendo backends (Estantes)
Las calles frías, mejor consíguete unos fósforos (Ayy)
Treinta sobre mí, déjalo ir en el Mack (30, glaow)
El fajo parece Big Mac (Big Mac)
Yo y Brodie lo dividiremos como Kit-Kat (Divídelo)
Tomé ese dinero, no estoy con la charla (Nah)
La puse en el vestido y ella está con eso (Hey)
Haz que tomen una pastilla como un Tic-Tac (Favorito del barrio)
Uh, compito conmigo mismo y estoy ganando (Y estoy ganando)
El teléfono trampa se quedó sin minutos, no podía andar en pecera, ir tintado (Ir tintado)
Él no anota, no tiene minutos (No tiene minutos)
Doble vaso salió de la pinta como Guinness (Como Guinness)
Llamé al banco, tuve que aumentar mi límite (Mi límite)
Ella tiene una bolsa, entonces podría ir a golpearla (Hey)
No estás involucrado, como, ¿por qué estás en esto? (¿Por qué?)
Mi tirador no disparó con la .9, no es tímido (Bah)
Mira cómo te flexionas en el 'Gram antes de que lleguemos y robemos esos dígitos (Mira cómo te flexionas)
Uh, ella consigue un cerebro, se vuelve psicópata con él
Ella consigue un cerebro, pero no es ninguna tonta
Los negros no son pandilla, no hablan de dinero (Nah)
Corre por una bolsa, dicen, "¿Cuál es la prisa?" (Hombre, ¿cuál es la prisa?)
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