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[Intro: Jay Critch] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Ayy ( Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) [Chorus: Jay Critch] I'ma  lean back in the whip when I ride with your bitch and she bustin' like shawty My niggas talkin' the money, these niggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies That bitch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body She  said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody My  diamonds is changing the forecast I just woke up with Dior tags Walk  in the store and Dior splash We gettin' chicken like door dash 'member I couldn't afford that Peak ballin' only been two seasons Old  money but my wrist new freezer Two foreigns like I need new Visas [Verse 1: Vendetta] Ain't got time for the playin' Think you robbin and you had it mistaken Some of my niggas they dashin' off [?] Callin' me up she want me to tame it Sippin' to fast nigga almost fainted [?] Shout out my nigga's they stay on the same shit None of you niggas ain't put in no work She pop a perc and pull up a skirt Lackin' along with the grip I'm alert Don't war with the gang you gonna get merked Shawty she mad at me put money first Told you from the start its finna gon hurt I think I like her put the grip on her purse You want a feature, three for the verse I took a bean now I'm lookin' hurt But never lackin', put you up in a Herse If it's static then we come with the action I get the pay but you get a fraction [?] for this shit I'm taxin' Shawty so bad looking like an actress [?] [?] [?] Now I get paid to sell out a show [Chorus: Jay Critch] I'ma lean back in the whip when I ride with your bitch and she bustin' like shawty My niggas talkin' the money, these niggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies That bitch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body She said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody My diamonds is changing the forecast I just woke up with Dior tags Walk in the store and Dior splash We gettin' chicken like door dash 'member I couldn't afford that Peak ballin' only been two seasons Old money but my wrist new freezer Two foreigns like I need new Visas [Verse 2: Jay Critch] Big boss, they gon follow the leader Big Bentley we retired the beamers You ain't hustlin' I could never be ya Me and [?] po' a 3 in the litre Never hated I stayed down, wait for my time, now all that cash keep comin' These niggas wanna be rich but they never grind you ain't get no money Say he get chips he ain't no shit I see through all of the frontin' Make it flip I get the bands to move All my niggas got a plan or two Now I'm more like 30 I'm in the spot countin' up with the 30s I'm smokin' jelly she poppin' a 30 Brand new grip and its already dirty We on the map now Ballin' don't know how to act now We hit the club with the racks out nice lil' vibe and I'm blowin' her back out We used to run in the trap with the packs in it And we takin the packs out And we gon flip it the way that we scorin' a bag lookin' like Jerry Stackhouse [Chorus: Jay Critch] I'ma lean back in the whip when I ride with your bitch and she bustin' like shawty My niggas talkin' the money, these niggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies That bitch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body She said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody My diamonds is changing the forecast I just woke up with Dior tags Walk in the store and Dior splash We gettin' chicken like door dash 'member I couldn't afford that Peak ballin' only been two seasons Old money but my wrist new freezer Two foreigns like I need new Visas