20 Min.

[Intro: Papa Epill] 20 minutes 20 minutes 20 minutes 20 minutes [Verse 1: OG Juan] Got some shooters that'll hit you In the clutch like Reggie Miller Real niggas don't pop no molly Money bitch, yeah that's the hobby Turkey bagging them purple packs For the low if you need that I'm Dan Marino when I quarter back OT if you need the sack Come through, it's a touchdown Money bitch, yeah what's up clown I'm the man all around the town What it do? Come get it now Got it all, pills and all Come through bitch, I need your drawers And I'm going, only got twenty minutes Girl you know you gon' suck some [Hook: Papa Epill] Move quick in the fast lane, doubled up when the cash came Feds know my last name but I ain't tripping I'm on a mission, you can find me, come and get it I only got twenty minutes 20 minutes 20 minutes [Verse 2: T- Lew] Two twenties and a ten, that's a fifty Two dubs rolled and a bad bitch with me Just pulled up twenty minutes ago Loud packs in the trunk, moving for low Gotta pick 'em for the time run out Moving hella pounds, that's what I'm about Got a hundred packs, made a hundred stacks Count it up, brought it back Really had to get mine Feds lurking but I been dodging one time Fuck twelve, I'm really dodging one time Making moves all day, move it real quick [?] by myself so it ain't no split [?] by myself so it ain't no split [Hook: Papa Epill] Move quick in the fast lane, doubled up when the cash came Feds know my last name but I ain't tripping I'm on a mission, you can find me, come and get it I only got twenty minutes 20 minutes 20 minutes