Minute Maid Lyrics

Like bitch, no, I do not play

I do not care what you say

I got the juice, Minute Maid

Purple or red, what you take

Bro got the good, it ain't laced

Bro got the good to the face

I cannot feel my face

I think I'm in outer space

We smokin' eight to the face

No, I ain't catchin' a case

My bitch ain't talkin' today

My bitch ain't talkin' no way

Do it get blast in the face

She give me blast with her face

Baby, make minimum wage

Yeah, I think that boutta change

Up in the stu and away, hero my cape, fly away

And no, we ain't landing today

Or many days forward, no, not gonna change

No, not gonna change

Yeah, I got the racks for the days

Pussy and money don't ever decay

Takin' a check on my name

Zeroes on, zeroes on face

Zeroes on, zeroes on in space

My altitude always change

I'm goin' higher through blunts and the blues on the way

Baby, shut up, eat the cake, we celebratin' today

Minute Maid be on the way

Minute made they gonna say

But they never saw all the struggle

All of the nights in the stu, never humble

I put in the work, why the fuck am I humble

Get back on your phone, bitch, back in your bubble

They watchin' and waitin' for rumble

They watchin' and countin' the seconds, my drop gonna rumble

Flashing my diamonds, no, I'll never fumble

No, I'll never fumble

Yeah, I got the racks for the days

Pussy and money don't ever decay

Takin' a check on my name

Zeroes on, zeroes on face

Zeroes on, zeroes on in space

My altitude always change

I'm goin' higher through blunts and the blues on the way

Baby, shut up, eat the cake, we celebratin' today

Minute Maid be on the way

One and a half I invested today

One and a half of a mil on the way

Like, how have you been, you wanna go link

I know I'ma hit it, I tell her, okay

I feel the change in my presence, my aura is different

I walk in the spot, and they say

Damn, look at the dude who be poppin'

Can I take a flick with you? I had to tell him, okay

Fuck it, I tell him, okay

Pull up, then I'm on the way

I do not care what you say

I got the juice, Minute Maid

Purple or red, what you take

Bro got the good, it ain't laced

Bro got the good to the face

I cannot feel my face

I think I'm in outer space

We smokin' eight to the face

No, I ain't catchin' a case

My bitch ain't talkin' today

My bitch ain't talkin' no way

Do it get blast in the face

She give me blast with her face

Baby, make minimum wage

Yeah, I think that boutta change

Up in the stu and away, hero my cape, fly away

And no, we ain't landing today

No, we ain't landing today