What You Like Jay Critch (Ft. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil' bitch wanna
Every night
That's alright
Got a
On the ice
TheLabCook
Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil' bitch wanna suck me every night (lil' bitch)
That's alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I'm so high (skrr)
I'm so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain't talkin' bands, ain't my type
Got a full clip, pull up on 'em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man's thinkin' twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin' like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin' like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin', ain't on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin', they startin' shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)