Fes Taylor - Wait A Minute Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Taylor, TaylorTwo 4 War EntertainmentHeart of the cityYeah, you know what it is, uh-huh[Fes Taylor]I was cruising in a 430Cops pulled over, sober and we all dirtyBe easy, nigga, you see me, nigga?Before I had a deal I was blinging like Young Jeezy, niggaHip hop money feed me quickerDrunk, bartender said I don't need no more liquorGet me a bottle of Goose, like "Mami, what it do?Apparantly do you be modelling too?" CoolWe can chill like Henny on the rocksI'ma fly through, even got Fendi on my socksYeah, just watch, I'm the next big thingCourtesy of Willie Rocks, now my neck bling blingWhat it do? Who You? Fes Taylor, yesYo I'm fresh to death, what you expect?Next, try and slide offCuz I see a bad mami over there that I can't keep my eyes off[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]Hold up, hold up, wait, wait, wait a minuteJust, just, just, just, bring it back now, wait, bring it back nowPut 'em up now, now, now, bring 'em back down, down, down[Fes Taylor]Taylor 2 Fly, vest fresh like the first day of schoolAnd I'm the new guy, we cruise byMusic high, haze or 'dro, choose ya highPush a button, tell the roof "Goodbye, bye"Heard he back now, flip, laid the track downHear this playing in the club, don't know how to act nowHold ya drinks up, homegirl over there like "I ain't *****ing my mink up"Minus my off-time, right now don't think muchWe go on stage or in the office, pretty muchBut, I'm digging your movesBodywork like it's all a part of this song coming together in one grooveI swung jewels, sound like the ghost of Christmas past when I walk pastHow could you talk bad? This is all me, my grind, my time to shineNow, I got the industry car keys[Chorus 2X][Fes Taylor]Picture me laid back in a MaybachThey say that I came up from the hood, only right that I gave backThey hate that, they don't wanna see a young rich thug get all of this loveCuz, I got paper, you only dealing with a couple hundred grand, see you notmajorNope, do me a favor, don't holla 'less it's 'bout a dollarI pop tags, yeah, plus I pop collarsTrying to give my moms bread like Miss WallaceSo I'm in the game like Ben WallaceI don't wear Prada's, I'm not a lame dudeCome to visit you, yet scared of your baby fatherTell 'em "Hold up", I roll up in a '08 Range with jewels all froze upDrive the hoes nuts, we the Juice Crew All-StarsBut I ain't never been signed to Cold Crush[Chorus 2X][Outro: Fes Taylor]Yeah, it's Taylor, TaylorWhat it do, man?It's the heart of the citySee me when we come together and do itYeah...
