[Intro: Jay Critch]
Aye, aye, aye, yeah!
Jay Critch, Hood Fav
Stupid niggas gotta catch up man
It's Talk Money Gang
30 shit
Aye!
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Don't give a fuck what the boy gotta say
At the end of the day he know he could get hurt
I got a check so I'm having my way
Heard they ran out of red so I'm sipping on purp
Ball in New York like I'm Caris Levert
Was in the block but now I'm in the vert
Smoke on the pound I got bags of the turch
That nigga scared tell that boy go to church
She off the liquor she mix with the purp
I pop a yellow I jump off the Earth
My bro a shooter that nigga ain't messy
He clean it up when he doing the dirt
Hit from the back and she wettin' my shirt
Hit from the back and she make a tsunami
Bust down Cartier staying on time
Young and balling like I'm playing with Bronny
Aye, aye, aye, yeah!
Jay Critch, Hood Fav
Stupid niggas gotta catch up man
It's Talk Money Gang
30 shit
Aye!
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Don't give a fuck what the boy gotta say
At the end of the day he know he could get hurt
I got a check so I'm having my way
Heard they ran out of red so I'm sipping on purp
Ball in New York like I'm Caris Levert
Was in the block but now I'm in the vert
Smoke on the pound I got bags of the turch
That nigga scared tell that boy go to church
She off the liquor she mix with the purp
I pop a yellow I jump off the Earth
My bro a shooter that nigga ain't messy
He clean it up when he doing the dirt
Hit from the back and she wettin' my shirt
Hit from the back and she make a tsunami
Bust down Cartier staying on time
Young and balling like I'm playing with Bronny
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