Wicked Jay Critch

[Intro]
(I-I-I love you Jay)
Got me goin'
All of this money got me goin' mental
All of this money got me goin'
All of this money got me goin' mental
All of this money got me goin'
All of these- got me goin'

[Chorus]
All of this money got me goin' mental
All of these drugs got me goin' mental
She give me top and this shit goin' mental
She rock Dior, I adore her
And I had to build it from the floor
On a yacht lookin' like an explorer
In the trap, we was doing the chore (Jugg)
Count my paper, make sure it ain't short
I ain't get lucky, I'm chosen
I gotta stay ten toes, then
Get my buckets like DeRozan
Pouring slime, Nickelodeon
I got the ticket, it's golden
They moving wicked, I notice
But if I click it, you toasted
And I'm not switchin' on bro 'nem