Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Cole Critchlow
Jason Cole Critchlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J6
J6
Producer
DeVonne "Knice On The Sonics" Knights
DeVonne "Knice On The Sonics" Knights
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, yo' Jackson turn that on (hey) Whole faith I can play no game, I know my work be like Lamar Jackson Put me anywhere on God's green earth and I'ma make it work (make it work) Money flowing -, watch how they get thirsty (they get thirsty) And these niggas say they in they bag, it's Tory Burch (Tory Burch) I've been in my Birkin, she can't get a Birkin, don't deserve it (don't deserve it) Them boys don't put no work in (no) I swear it feel like they losing on purpose (they losing on purpose) I hear the birds talking, yeah, they chirping (chirping) But they ain't getting no paper (no paper) Baddie pull up big-body Suburban A pretty young thing but she take Perkys (Perkys) It's like she was a Olay (Olay), I ran out, ain't doing no favors (no favors) From the block now, I be on the stages, got them hoes waiting (waiting) Money bring more problems so when they hate me, I get more paper (more paper) Money bring more problems, I could tell why they don't like me (I could tell) I stopped hitting juggs but for that blrrd, I do boy sheisty Still got rackys in the shoebox like it's some old Nikes (shoebox) 40 thousand for the lawyer fees Ain't crying 'bout that shit 'cause we got more of these I separate myself 'cause they annoying me (lawyer fees) They could keep the love, just give me loyalty (yeah) Straight up out the hood, we live like royalty Kidnap a pussy rapper for his royalties (pussy) I ain't satisfied, I need a billi' Like, let's go fill up the bag, this shit look low to me (shit look low to me) Bad bitch from the block said she was over me (baddy) Bad bitch from the block like she got smoke with me I hit that, she like, "Choke me" She eat it up, she so freaky but she don't go with me (yo) That first Rollie was a trophy, I could cop a Richie for no reason (no reason) Gold bottles and gold pieces, how the hell I ain't the MVP? I've been putting number up the whole season (whole season) Diamonds punching, I'm with the bloody like my nose bleeding Hood fave, I'm just cut different, it ain't no secret (no secret) They ain't playing through no speaker That boy ain't fucking with my old leaks (stupid) He a gangster, why he post me? (Why) I was gon' violate, they was like, "Chip Critch, that's OD" (Chip Critch) Fuck the shooters, still go and see 'em, nigga hating and I'm on his BM Beam with me but I'm in the Benz, pour the lean, mix it up blended Ease with me, tell her bring a friend, how you sleep, money don't rest? (How?) Can't lose man, it won't happen (now) My opps don't got no motion, my opps don't get no action (bro) I can't play no games know what I'm worth, feel like Lamar Jackson Double cup so good, I take a sip and then I start smacking (drink) I learn that since young, they don't respect words, gotta start smacking (smacking) Niggas had they run, it's time to wrap it up though, start packing (wrap it up) I want every dollar, every hunnid, money overlapping (yo) I want every bitch under the son, my hoes too attractive (hey)
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