Try It Jay Critch (Ft. Fabolous & French Montana)

[Intro: Jay Critch]
Hey
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
The talking never gets to me
I came from the jungle where the lions and gorillas be
We ain't showin' sympathy
How you say you get to the money remains a mystery (Hey)
Talkin' 'bout it but can't show it, nigga you lyin' then
Hood fave, my shit jumpin' up out the frying pan
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then?
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then?

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Broke niggas can't sit with me
I've been on the road, three phones, she can't get to me
She won't ever mean shit to me
'Cause I could get a clone and my clothes came from Italy
Ayy, she want me to bone 'cause it's slippery
She leave on her thong, in the zone when she look at me
Smoking out the O's but I started from a nick a week
Juggin' for too long, who you foolin' with the trickery?
I show out when I show up
I was younger, I said I'd be like me when I grow up
I just crashed, tryna see how long that I could do the donuts
She get splashed by the necklace 'cause the water on me froze up