Lyrics

[Intro] (You just don't fit my criteria, you just don't fit the criteria) (We dont do the same shit, man that ain't this, and this ain't that) (Longway, BITCH!) Uuuhgnn! (Lets get it) [Pre-Chorus] It ain't my fault you ain't got a hustle bone in your body Who the hell is you, you are nobody Rocking the same jewelry, but my mine flawless Just cause your around, don't mean your down Through all the bullshit, still smoking out the pound Money coming, keep comin in, niggas still hatin' Put the Bible on the dash and the fuckin' AK, hit it [Chorus] You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' [Pre-Chorus] It ain't my fault you ain't got a hustle bone in your body Who the hell is you, you are nobody Rocking the same jewelry, but my mine flawless Just cause your around, don't mean your down Through all the bullshit, still smoking out the pound Money coming, keep comin' in, niggas still hatin' Put the Bible on the dash and the fuckin' AK, hit it [Chorus] You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' [Verse 1] More money, more money, more problems and haters Pussy ass nigga, i'mma chase this paper Flipping the package and reein'g i'm up, I'm dedicated Trappin' and dabbin', dis round the nation, did ya ate it Only the strong survive, in the trenches, trap out the vacant Flawless, my VVS, Clones, yours Fugazi Niggas ain't fit the criteria, what they say they make Got the bricks and the real estate, trappin out the Super 8 All these bitches, im the Don Juan in the A Catchin' these boxes, be comin' in from The Bay You don't fit the criteria of me calling you bae Balmain huggin' on my ass, super fitted I'mma touch down with them vans in the trenches I'mma pull up, with the dealer tag on the Bentley Longway Diddy, jumpin' out the rear with Mr.Bentley Fronted you some work, you 'bout to clear me on the business Longway, bitch [Pre-Chorus] It ain't my fault you ain't got a hustle bone in your body Who the hell is you, you are nobody Rocking the same jewelry, but my mine flawless Just cause your around, don't mean your down Through all the bullshit, still smoking out the pound Money coming, keep comin' in, niggas still hatin' Put the Bible on the dash and the fuckin' AK, hit it [Chorus] You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' [Verse 2] Fuck a pussy nigga, give him some to hate .4-5, 30 clip, give him some to take Runnin' Blue Benjamins up, until a nigga straight No co-defendant, when I re-up on the weight Niggas snitchin', in the first 48 Pussy nigga criteria, a fuck nigga trait Put slugs in his ass, buck shots in his face I know you feeling me now Handle the business, then we goin' smoke out the pound I rebranded, my new image is Mr.Blue Benjamin, now Still trap in the trenches, while you just wanna be down Dropping the ticket, Longway the talk of the town "Remy The Jeweler", got Longway "Rick The Ruler" 40 pointer, flawless, in the Franck Muller Got your bitch taking a day off like Ferris Bueller Rich nigga, make your bitch break rules Longway, bitch Hit it [Pre-Chorus] It ain't my fault you ain't got a hustle bone in your body Who the hell is you, you are nobody Rocking the same jewelry, but my mine flawless Just cause your around, don't mean your down Through all the bullshit, still smoking out the pound Money coming, keep comin' in, niggas still hatin' Put the Bible on the dash and the fuckin' AK, hit it [Chorus] You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' [Pre-Outro] It ain't my fault you ain't got a hustle bone in your body Who the hell is you, you are nobody Rocking the same jewelry, but my mine flawless Just cause your around, don't mean your down Through all the bullshit, still smoking out the pound Money coming, keep comin' in, niggas still hatin' Put the Bible on the dash and the fuckin' AK, hit it [Outro] You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin' You just don't fit the criteria, you just don't fit the criteria You just don't fit the criteria Money keep coming in, nigga keep hatin'