Infinity Talk Money Entertainment (Ft. Jay Critch)
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[Intro]
Hey!
Jay Critch hood fave
Stupid
Loui-Louis, you nasty
Talk Money gang
Hey!
[Hook]
I'm mixin' up the designer
Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her
I put the gang in the diamonds
I get it fast like McDonalds
I'm sippin' lean for my energy
Try and be the boss, you could never be
Fake friends, they turn into enemies
I gotta pour up the Hennessy
I gotta roll up the Jattic
Niggas mad, but they don't want no static
Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic
New bag, blew it all on my fabric
I need the Bentley truck
Where you at, on my way to the bucks
She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck
Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck
Hey!
Jay Critch hood fave
Stupid
Loui-Louis, you nasty
Talk Money gang
Hey!
[Hook]
I'm mixin' up the designer
Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her
I put the gang in the diamonds
I get it fast like McDonalds
I'm sippin' lean for my energy
Try and be the boss, you could never be
Fake friends, they turn into enemies
I gotta pour up the Hennessy
I gotta roll up the Jattic
Niggas mad, but they don't want no static
Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic
New bag, blew it all on my fabric
I need the Bentley truck
Where you at, on my way to the bucks
She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck
Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck
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