Top Songs By Jay Critch
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Critchlow
Composer
D. Rogers
Composer
James Montgomery
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Captain Crunch
Producer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These **** mad, ha-ha, I'm getting more cake
Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 2]
AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I'm shinin'
Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, try to find it
Signed up, change the climate, ah
She fell in love with the diamonds
[Verse 3]
I had to get it on my own
Come get your shorty, she be wildin'
And I had to, change the number to my phone
Then it's right back to the thousands
[Verse 4]
Big racks, boy, you don't know nothin' about it
Gotta flex up on these **** 'cause they doubt it
I've been ballin' on these **** so they foulin'
She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent
[Verse 5]
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These **** mad, ha-ha, I'm getting more cake
Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 6]
YSL tag, big Prada bag
Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad
Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don't do dates
Fifty thousands on a lawyer for a court case
[Verse 7]
I'm actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I'm actually callin'
These **** is salty
I came from the bottom, designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin' to rappin', but now I'm in fashion
The finest of fabrics
Too many bands they doin' gymnastics
[Verse 8]
Hop out a coupe
My young **** might shoot out the roof
I got the juice
They was hatin', I was playing it cool
Damn, I said I won't miss you
I'm in love with the money, I can't kiss you (Rich)
[Verse 9]
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These **** mad, ha-ha, I'm getting more cake
Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
Written by: D. Rogers, J. Critchlow, James Montgomery