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Minute (feat. Playboi Carti & Offset)

NAV & Metro Boomin

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

NAV & Metro Boomin feat Offset & Playboi Carti - Minute (Official Audio)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

NAV

Vocals

Metro Boomin

Programming

Offset

Vocals

Playboi Carti

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Leland Wayne

Songwriter

Navraj Singh Goraya

Navraj Singh Goraya

Songwriter

Kiari Cephus

Songwriter

Jordan Carter

Songwriter

Timothy Jordan Jenks

Timothy Jordan Jenks

Songwriter

Ricky Walters

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Shin Kamiyama

Recording Engineer

Ethan Stevens

Mixing Engineer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Metro Boomin

Producer

NAV

Producer

Pi’erre Bourne

Producer

Lyrics

(Yo)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

I'm ballin' so I put some diamonds on my fist

Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip

Selling rerock, repressin' a block

Slide in your block, depressing my ops

Countin all this money, gettin' used to havin' it (Ching!)

My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it

Ay, yo, Pi'erre,, do you wanna come in here?

I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here

In my studio, it feels like there's a club in here

Bitches fuckin' by the double, ain't no dub in here

Diamonds shining off you like I got the sun in here

Shooters 'round me, who you think you're sonning here?

I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there

You say you got a party, I might pop up there

You a cub, your main bitch fucked me like I'm Papa Bear

You the type to wild out when the cops are there

I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there

I'm going fast, who you think you stoppin' here?

I'm ballin' so I put some diamonds on my fist

Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip

Selling rerock, repressin' a block

Slide in your block, depressing my ops

Yeah, just gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, I'ma hit it and quit it

You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Yeah, dressed up in designer, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Get a hundred dollar line, now, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute (Offset)

Gimme a minute, the coupe is tinted (Skrrt)

Ninth-inning, it's time to go get it (Let's get it)

I used to be trapping pigeon

Now I push start and it crank the engine

Wrists on frigid, glisten, listen

Hundred round drum with the biscuit (Brrrt)

Lodi-dodi, put her on molly

Fuck her on top of the 'Rari

Python Audi, sittin' on Forgi's white baby body

I thank the plug, kept me alive

My uncle cookin' up dope in front my eyes

'Fore you open the door, go get the fire

She on the Perc', now it's a vibe (Perc')

I get the bag, it's automatic

She on the Addy

I got some cash inside the mattress

I got more in the attic

I'm high fashion like I imagine

Look at my status, look at the mathematics

Look at the baddest

All made of plastic

I bet this money gon' last me

I stay in my lane, I don't crash it

Wake up, li'l ****, you lackin'

Droppin' a foreign, a passion

I'm ballin' so I put some diamonds on my fist

Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip

Selling rerock, repressin' a block

Slide in your block, depressing my ops

Yeah, just gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, I'ma hit it and quit it

You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Yeah, dressed up in designer, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Get a hundred dollar line, now, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Got young Navi on the phone, he askin' for some wock

Got some bitches at my home, they cookin' on the pot

Know some **** in the A still trappin' out the spot

And we robbin' all you ****, we takin' off your top

I'm in Fulton with the slimes, we pull up with the mops

And when I'm talking, 'bout the Mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx

I used to run round with that Glock

But now I'm way too hot

Got some **** who do time for Carti

'Cause he got that guap

Got some paparazzi lookin' and they waitin' on the flop

Fuck these li'l **** hating, snitching like some cops

I'm ballin' so I put some diamonds on my fist

Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip

Selling rerock, repressin' a block

Slide in your block, depressing my ops

Yeah, just gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, I'ma hit it and quit it

You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Yeah, dressed up in designer, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

Get a hundred dollar line, now, gimme a minute

Just gimme a minute, just gimme a minute

(Metro boomin' want some more, ****)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Written by: Jordan Carter, Kiari Cephus, Leland Wayne, Navraj Singh Goraya, Timothy Jordan Jenks

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