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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY1
Vocals
Payday
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Juami
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coolie
Mastering Engineer
Payday
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Most of the work weren't easy
Never had a bring and I done it on my Jack's (My Jack's)
Dem boy there talkin' smack
Everybody wanna talk but ain't talkin' facts (They ain' talkin' facts)
D9 just called on my phone like
"Jay, how you stackin' up all these bands?" (I'm stickin')
And I told him "I live to invest"
I can say with my chest, that's part of the plan (That's part of the plan)
Sip on my drink in the penthouse with a bad B
I ain't hearin' haters(Nope)
All them chicks dem know that I'm dangerous
Six foot four like I play for the Lakers
JAY1, cool down, cah you're blazin' (Blazin')
Everybody wanna take shots at me
Carry on, cah I'm feeling' famous (Ha ha)
[Verse 2]
Fuckin' up all these feelings cah I'm heartless
Blow back then I cut, aye (Cut)
Bethany came with a chick and it wasn't seasoned
So I told her to cut (Aye, fuck off)
But the back look big from a distance
When she walked off so I told her "Stop" (Aye, come back)
Thick ting with the breasts look gorgeous, baby
Bruk off your back, get tun
Aye, swear down, life is a movie (Movie)
I could never give sex a groupie (Groupie)
Went-went up Radford quickly
Just to make a swift banger with Coolie (Coolie)
Come a long way from Southgate
Now I'm out 'ere tryna make that smoothie (Smoothie)
I was out there with a bad B, she a bad B
But she drives man looney
[Verse 3]
Bill it, bun it, dash it
It's a madness when I step up in the place (Place)
And nobody wanna put work in
But these dumb pricks want a piece of the cake
I pull up like nothin' ain't friendly, bro
Send me that key to the safe
I want it all an I want it now
I ball so hard like I'm E to the A, aye
How many times did I drip bro?
Fuck about and get licked (Lit)
One bang to the face, I'm dis close
Play with me and get hit (Get hit)
Feet come tekky like Isco
On the field, I do bits (Do bits)
Like, how you gonna DM my bitch, bro?
Must be takin' the piss (Takin' the piss)
[Verse 4]
I was out there like I mentioned before
With the bands on my balls, in the ends it was clear
Fed pulled up in the coupe, it was mad, it was bouj
Man, I thought I was catchin' a case
I was thirteen, I was young still
Takin' your lunch in the end and I'm takin' your bae
I'm still J to the A to the Y to the 1
Ain't nobody takin' my place, are you fuckin' stupid?
Nineteen in the charts, I do this
Top ten on their feet are clueless
Ten mill on a tune, I'm movin'
Smooth boy, don't talk 'bout losin'
Step through to the place all boujee
Bro, check out the back on Lucy
If I come then I come with my goonies
I'm boujee, two hands on the booty
That's Susan, Britney and Sarah
Michaela, baby, come nearer
That's Stacey, Ava and Taylor
Big booty, juicy like Ava
That's JAY1 not 2, don't play dawg
When kway kway came back with the blazer
It's a mad ting, D9 that's my day dawg
If you doubt' me shock you like a taser
[Verse 5]
JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY
Written by: Jason Michael