2 Much - Jay Critch

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Jay Critch Hood Fav (Talk Money Gang)

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You know I’m talking that money shit

But I don’t like to say too much

These niggas bitch and complain too much

They ain’t ballin', they playing 2K too much

Don’t want no bottles, I came two cups

Momma said I been sipping that drank too much

Shawty pull up with the brain too clutch

She got whole lotta ass but it ain’t too much

They be talking why they never saying to us

Shoe box full of racks, I was saving it up

You was not in the trap, you ain’t hanging with us

Young rich niggas, see the ice hanging on us

Penthouse, but we came from benches

They shooters don’t score go benches

Don’t ask what this cost, expensive

New whip, in the LV vintage

He make songs but he don’t really live it

Turn 'em off I got all of the switches

Money long, got 'em all in they feelings

They like «Critch you been gone for a minute»

I’m like «Oh my fault I was getting some digits»

But they telling me I ain’t really miss shit

Aight cool but I got a new hit list

And I’m back, all these niggas is victims

I turn my dreams to reality

Don’t try to tell me how to live it

That little shit used to excite me

But now that’s just how I’m living

I used to pay for these late nights

And only God is my witness

You know this shit is a blessing

I ain’t grow up with no privilege

Sipping wok, I ain’t sipping no privilege

Bad bitch, and now she work up in privilege

I let you 'round the gang it’s a privilege

Free Tango out up outta that prison

Dead broke and my palms was just itching

They say life all about your decisions

Before I stave all your shit will go missing

Tryna rob off the xans we was glitching

Get a bag and just play in position

Know that money be getting addictive

Since a youngin just wanted the chicken

She freaky told me put the dick in

Ain’t have to shoot 'em but we had to blitz 'em

Bit chop we could still box and fix 'em

Flip 'em then when he drop we kick 'em

Don’t do no running this ain’t the Olympics

You know I’m talking that money shit

But I don’t like to say too much

These niggas bitch and complain too much

They ain’t ballin', they playing 2K too much

Don’t want no bottles, I came two cups

Momma said I been sipping that drank too much

Shawty pull up with the brain too clutch

She got whole lotta ass but it ain’t too much

They be talking why they never saying to us

Shoe box full of racks, I was saving it up

You was not in the trap, you ain’t hanging with us

Young rich niggas, see the ice hanging on us

Penthouse, but we came from benches

They shooters don’t score go benches

Don’t ask what this cost, expensive

New whip, in the LV vintage